"You're up next Deluge,"
I line up as best I can to the "runway". I flare a little high but manage to land. The highway is notably more rough than a runway. The highway is littered with fuel trucks, maintenance vehicles, aircraft shunting tractors, and a few UAZ jeeps. It is a bit hazy out.
I recall the story from Usea, of a Erusean squadron, identified by their yellow numbers, who worked from a highway and tunnel.
I hoped we would have more luck than they had. I parked my aircraft outside of one of the hangers, as the hanger was still being built. The day was still gray and damp.