30 Elaine screamed at the top of her lungs. Bea-Bea, pull up! Pull up! We cant make it. The small bridge was veiled in fog wisps. Bea flew at treetop level at full power, he scarf fluttering behind, stretched to the limit. She felt her mother needed some stiffening of the spine. Hang on, mums! No! Please dont! Pull up! cried Elaine. Stop showing off, stop being a bloody MlcK’ Bea felt her exhausted eyes closing up; she headed for the bridges underside. Her wheels hit the water causing spray as the Moth strained with both wings, the new Porsche V-16 engine far too powerful for the wooden airframe. Tunnel vision gripped her. When her top wing hit the bridge she blacked out. Beans! Beansl Wake up! Goddammit old bag, were going to crash! Bea-a-a- a-ans? Alice slapped Bea awake, then again. Woozy, Alice fell on her ass between the chair and panel. Multiple warning claxons sounded: Altitude, speed, and electrobubble alarms and lights lit up the panel. Beas eyes were blurry, the tunnel vision still active. W-w-what? Cant see! As her eyes slowly cleared, she saw their fate fast approaching. They were on the deck in the high desert at an altitude of ten meters, their speed a shocking 2750 kph. A huge dust trail fell behind. Closing in was a mountain range. She pulled at the yoke, but it was frozen. Sabotage, Gerlach, moaned Alice. Too woozy to stop him… Porsche, Schafer, and Bernie were strapped into chairs still passed out. Klemperer awoke; he saw Gerlach jamming a tool into the throttle gap. He struggled to rise, then hit the man square in the jaw. Tve been waiting to do that! Gerlach hit the floor. Traitor pig! Do you want the Allies to benefit from this airship? We need to destroy it! Blood poured from his mouth onto the floor. Germanys whats important, the ‘Third Reich, not our damn lives! Klemperer struggled to remove the large screwdriver that Gerlach had bent with a hammer into the slot, freezing the throttle wide open. The Power Reserve gauge