WW2

Chapter 15: The Black Seagulls

The sirens rang out across the country. It blared through every house, street and hill. Forewarning the incoming storm of war; the bombers unleashed their might on the British Isles, covering the distant sky in a demon's shadow. The birds flocked away in panic, the deer hurdled down the road, and humans cowered underground amongst moles.

Ruth looked outside his window at the bombers far away; their position was safe. No German bomber would waste ordinance on some random countryside when the bountiful airfields and radars were ripe for the taking.

August 12th, 1940. The Hardest Days.

"As if the air force aren't already stretched thin," Ruth muttered with a frown.

"How many planes do we even have?" John asked.

Doriph answered, "Piss poor. Hell, we didn't even have enough to defend the island during the collapse of France."

Anker gently guided his fingers over his deep and messy scars as he looked at his beer, shaking under the vibrations, "Once the industry picks up, and these two psychos are in the air," he smiled, "We'd be bombing Jerry's day and night."

John thanked him for his effort, but the writing was on the wall in blood. Bombers had been constantly attacking up and down the coast along the Channel and the North Sea. Reports of sunken ships by the Kriegsmarine came in by the dozens... and the leviathan, both from Germany and Japan, was in the works were beginning to awake.

Juels sighed, "Okay, it looks bleak, but there is a pleasant surprise for all of us."

The group looked at him with hearts heavy with good news, their eyes brimming with curiosity and anticipation. 

"I came up with the group name Dare Devils," The curiosity was overfed, "How do you like it?"

Doriph objected, "Nah, it's stealing my name. How ab-"

"Those German planes look like seagulls," Anker pointed out the window, "Black Seagulls, anyone?"

Much to the Juels' disappointment, the group agreed. The Man walked in at that moment, Ruth and Doriph glanced at each other and to the group, "I'll see you lot later."

The Man shut the door and sighed, "Gentlemen, the fate of the British Empire, will soon be tested. There have been and will be many tests for this country. We fail one, we risk defeat," He took out a suitcase and opened a map out on a table. Since Churchill's refusal to surrender, the Luftwaffe have been on a campaign, you've seen the devastation I'm sure."

The Man looked at the two men, silently tearing under his shadow, "There is going to be a Hail Mary, an all out attack to wipe out the RAF once and for all. We're already low on planes, if this attack succeeds, we would have failed this test and the country will be at greater risk. Our boys at sea will face greater risk."

Ruth asked, "Where is it aimed at?"

The Man simply circled a large area around London and southern England, "The main attack is suspected to be here," he pointed towards the North-East of Britain, "Some may also attack here."

"Who will we be with?" Doriph asked.

"Yourselves, no one knows of this, I cannot risk spies finding out about this intelligence. It will put my agents at risk also. You'll be placed in barracks, waiting for the day."