What's This?

Chapter 1

*Blame the imagination. It's been working overtime lately. Lol. Well, hope ya enjoy it.*

"Parker-Bove returning," I said into the com system inside my jet.

"Roger," the ground commander said before breaking communication.

I began turning jet around to return to base. I noticed my systems were going haywire. Nothing was working correctly. My gauges were all continuously showing random stats.

"Lieutenant, I've got a problem here," I said into the com system, only to get static in response.

This was unnerving. Especially since the area I came across was known as the Bermuda Triangle. My family was very superstitious. Especially since my father was Italian and German. And my mother was a renowned psychic. Don't ask.

I was flying from Patrick Air Force Base towards Puerto Rico for a practice run. My orders were to test out the jet's engine remodel done by Airman Gonzalez. And as a 1st Lieutenant, I was automatically designated by my superior to test it.

God, what did I ever do to him?

When the air around my jet cleared, I noticed it wasn't Florida I was flying over. Not by a long shot. Not unless Florida lost a few lakes, then it was. And by a few lakes, I meant a hundred or so square miles of it.

"Ground Support, this is Lieutenant Parker-Bove requesting location via GPS," I said, my response being static.

I groaned as I tried finding a place to land. As I did so, I noticed smoke coming from the engine. Soon, the engine failed. And I was going down fast.

I had to eject to survive. And doing so, I wouldn't have a way back.

When I landed, I was in a forest outside of a prisoner of war camp. I quickly detached myself from the seat and removed my helmet and asperator. I looked around to see where exactly I was.

"Oi, who're you, mate?"

I looked up and practically froze. What the fucking hell? Pardon my French, but, this just wasn't possible. Maybe I blacked out? Yeah, that had to be it. Might as well, go with whatever my mind created I guess.

"I asked who you were."

Seriously, brain? Sending me to World War Two moments before my impending death?

"Lieutenant River Parker-Bove," I said as I stood and removed my g-suit, leaving me in my flight suit. "US Air Force. You are?"

"Corporal Newkirk, RAF," he told me. "You American, yes?"

"Can you not tell by my accent?" I asked with a duh tone.

"What happened?" he asked me, looking over at my parachute.

"Engine failed," I responded and as if on que, the jet exploded.

"Well, come with me," he told me, leading me to a tree stump that I knew was known as the emergency tunnel.

I followed him down and through the tunnels, running into a colonel I already knew of.

"Colonel Hogan, we got a crash lander here," Newkirk told him and he nodded before he took off to the barracks.

Colonel Hogan looked to me, "Name and rank?"

"Lieutenant River Parker-Bove," I told him. "US Air Force."

"Air Force? How did you get here?" he asked me, crossing his arms.

"Okay, pinch me to see if I'm dreaming," I muttered, running my hand through my hair which caused it to come out of its bun. "This cannot be happening."