Lion, Tiger, Bear I 409 damn! Bernie clicked the mic. X Flapjack Five, received and understood, I repeat, received and understood, over and out. All right people, were in business. Porsche adjusted further. Any better? A little, thanks, said Bea. Speed now 212 kph. Bernie plotted on the chart. Make your heading 0-7-8 degrees. Lets be well north of Japan, then well turn southeast. Okay, 212 kph. I can live with that, said Bea, gaining a little altitude. Course 0-7-8 degrees. Porsche wiped his brow. Thats all I can give you without burning out something else. Rum and canned pineapple here we come, said Alice, tuning in some Hawaiian music which she then put on the loudspeaker. Beautiful! said Geer. The ukulele, island girls, old Lemuria. Hours later, they passed over Sakhalin Oblast peninsula. On course over Russian territory, said Bernie, making adjustments. Bea, whats our altitude? 8200 meters. Klemperer tied Gerlachs hands to the seats armrests with rope. No more sabotage today… Alice watched the radar screen. In Gods gritty…bogies from the south. Climbing. A decent-sized wing of aircraft. Schafer turned to Bernie. Where is the demarcation of Japanese territory? WeU,I… Russian and Japanese fighters and light bombers clashed all around them. Bea evaded, the controls sluggish. Bloody ol hell, weve flown into the Pacific War! Damn your half-arsed navigation Rodgers! The swastikas on the stern! cried Alice. Were Germans! Russian Yak fighters zeroed in, firing at them; Japanese planes defended the Bear, an ally. This is most bizarre… breathed Schafer, watching the scene at the forward windows. Bernie said: I knew I shouldve plotted a more northerly route.. .the Japs must be on a bombing raid, a Russian port or something. Or they saw us and.. .1 thought they werent fighting each other much, they signed a non-aggression pact.