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The smell of Turkish tobacco tickled Hauptmann Manfred Obermann’s nostrils and brought him out of his reverie. Group Captain Roger Reid stood beside him, puffing on his pipe and staring along the line of planes along the runway. He pulled the pipe from his mouth...

The sleek, silver machine cut silently through the clear blue sky, skimming the treetops graceful as a swallow. It banked hard right and was gone as quickly as it came, leaving the skies for the birds to fill with their warnings. “It’s gone.” A collective sigh of...