Power outage. An hour left on the battery. figured might as well write this.

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Huh.

For a second then, you almost panicked.

But you didn't.

After all, you've been trained to deal with a quick change in situation.

Though seeing the sight of your fellow soldiers getting slaughtered trying to assemble a beach head thousand meters below suddenly turned into a view of beautiful, seemingly untouched piece of nature sure was a peculiar experience.

On top of your old British workhorse, flying quietly only accompanied by the (relatively) soft hum of the Merlin engine, you looked below through the canopy, looking for a landmark, trying to determine where exactly you are.

You only managed to catch a glimpse of a really big lake before you heard the sound of another engine coming straight from behind you, melded with the sound of your own engine.

It was the Americans newest toy...Mustang, you though.

The Mustang accelerated until it was flying steadily beside you, just few meters short from touching your left wing.

You saw the pilot. Clad completely in flight suit, just like you.

The American pilot gave you a hand signal.

A radio frequency.

"Damn. Is this thing on?"

"Yes." You gave a short answer, no need for emphasis.

"What just happened?" the American asked again.

"I am not certain." you answered truthfully.

Suddenly, the Mustang made half aileron roll, and ended up flying upside down.

Showoff.

"Crap."

"What?"

"Check out those wooden houses."

You banked your plane a little, nothing fancy. And you saw a view that you really shouldn't miss the first time.

"That's a really big city."

"Indeed, and judging by the architecture...wait, where's my binocular...ah, there it is. Yup. We're in Jap's territory."

"That is physically impossible." you stated the obvious. "It was on the other side of the globe."

"Alternatively, we were on the other side of the globe."

"You're saying we were transported here?"

"Yeah..." the American suddenly paused.

"Something's wrong?"

After a few seconds of utter silence, the radio perked up again.

"I don't think you would necessarily want your mind occupied in the next few minutes."

"And why is that?" you asked, genuinely confused.

"Zeke, 8 o'clock."

You looked at your rear view mirror. And true enough, near the horizon, and probably a few meters above, you spotted a single, solitary Mitsubishi Zero.

Also, barely visible because of the evening sun, but certainly there nonetheless...

"M-E spotted."

"A 109?"

"Yes."

"How many?"

"One."

Interesting.

One plane from America, one from Britain, one German and one Japanese.

"It's like somebody is trying to pull a joke on us." quipped the American. By the way, he's still flying upside down. "uh...just curious. What are you planning to do?"

[ ] Try for a radio contact. (though if you remember it correctly, Zero don't have radio.)

[ ] Engage.
-Me 109
-Zero
-Stay close to the Mustang.

[ ] Write Ins.

[ ]Switch POV?
-The Mustang
-The Zero
-The 109
-Stick with the Spitfire