The Red Baron

Company

The train entered a tunnel, causing Michael and I to veer upwards, avoiding the fair sized hill. "Missed that hill by the skin of my teeth! Maybe I should stop trying to be so flashy with my tricks." Michael chuckled, some static muffling it, the radio struggling to keep the sound clear.

"Alright, here comes some of our squadron!" I radioed Michael.

"Oh shit I forgot that we were going to have other friends here!" Michael laughed out.

"Alright lovebirds, we're coming near a roadblock by the Germans, let's blow them to hell!" John yelled into the radio, followed by cheers.

We flew over the infantry, raining bullets into them. A few started to scatter, which I promptly stopped by turning them into mist with an onslaught of bullets.

"Shit! One of them had a radio! Ah, hopefully they didn't call anyone in." Shawn said, dread heavy in his voice.

"Eh, it's fine." Michael responded, carefree as always.

"We should still be on our guard." I commented on the conversation, with some chatter agreeing.

We flew above the train for a while, everyone keeping an eye out. "Maybe they didn't call anyone?" John said hopefully, which was immediately crushed when we could hear the familiar sound of machine gun fire. The classic *BRRRRRTTTTTTTT* rung out into the air, shredding Shawn instantly.

"Fuck! We've got company!" Michael yelled out, the three enemy planes flying above us, getting ready to circle back inwards for another attack.

"Turn! Turn!" John screamed out, sharply turning left. He got behind one of the planes, and gunned it down.

"Hey, we need some air support here! Our positions are revealed with most certainly more planes coming in!" I yelled at the radio, hoping the commander would receive it.

I kept avoiding the raining gunfire, the planes right on all of our asses. I maneuvered my way out of the sights of a plane, circling back around it. I pressed down on the trigger, pelting the plane with many bullets, poking plenty of holes into it.

"Alright, got a plane down!" I yelled out in success, turning left to chase after another plane.

"They've got backup coming in!" Michael yelled, the loud engines of extra planes flying in slowly masking his voice.