I leave the formation to tangle and attack the enemy fighter. Soon I see the friendly airbase and begin decreasing speed "Red Wing requesting permission to land." I say into the radio. "Permission granted." I hear. I begin to decrease speed and altitude, and at the right point I take out my landing gear. I begin to decrease speed even more, slightly hitting the ground making a "thud" noise. I taxi along the runway, then get off and into a hangar, taking off my helmet n' all that stuff. I get out and go over to some crew members/engineers/whatever "Hey, you guys, go check my jet, I just got back from a bombing and I think I took a few hits.." I say as I walk past them "Alright then." I hear them say as they enter the hangar and begin checking. I go to my bunk area and throw myself onto the bed. "What a day.." I begin mumbling to myself "I could have killed that one man.. Could have.. Should have." I look over to a table that was always there of course, and see a random book there, I take it and begin reading.
