The aircraft carrier
You sprint as fast as you can for the closest jet. By the time you are almost to the Messerschmitt, one of the guards sees you and yells out in German. The only thing you can focus on is the plane, and you tune out the guards yelling, and the ensuing pops of machine gun fire. Now, the guards yelling sounds like it's underwater, and what would have been a sharp pain in your ankle is subdued to a dull ache by your steady adrenaline flow. You don't even look down to see blood slowly streaming down your left combat boot. The only thing you can focus on is the plane...
Once you're on the left side of the plane, the huge aluminum body takes all the other shots fired at you. The other guard must have been alerted too, for you hear twice the assault rifle shots pinging against the shell of the fighter. You find the entry hatch and clamber in, the dull pain in your left ankle sharpening. You've always been dreaming of flying a jet since the start of your military career, and the day has finally come. You throttle up easily, for the cockpit feels perfect, but the ankle that got shot operates the airbrakes, so it will be hard to slow down. Now you have to get away from carrier before the guards on deck gear up the turrets, but you don't have control to the catapult as you're not supposed to be taking off.
You decide to try your best without one, and throttle up to max, pulling the rudder all the way back. You still don't have enough speed, taking off from the huge overhang, you hear the 'hssshhhhh' of the bottom of your jet just skimming the water after you barely take off from the carrier. A pilot of lesser skill level would have surely failed to take off without a catapult and be sitting at the bottom of the ocean, you realize. You also realize the close call with the water, combined with your gear still being down, means the landing gear was taken off by your close call.
Once you're on the left side of the plane, the huge aluminum body takes all the other shots fired at you. The other guard must have been alerted too, for you hear twice the assault rifle shots pinging against the shell of the fighter. You find the entry hatch and clamber in, the dull pain in your left ankle sharpening. You've always been dreaming of flying a jet since the start of your military career, and the day has finally come. You throttle up easily, for the cockpit feels perfect, but the ankle that got shot operates the airbrakes, so it will be hard to slow down. Now you have to get away from carrier before the guards on deck gear up the turrets, but you don't have control to the catapult as you're not supposed to be taking off.
You decide to try your best without one, and throttle up to max, pulling the rudder all the way back. You still don't have enough speed, taking off from the huge overhang, you hear the 'hssshhhhh' of the bottom of your jet just skimming the water after you barely take off from the carrier. A pilot of lesser skill level would have surely failed to take off without a catapult and be sitting at the bottom of the ocean, you realize. You also realize the close call with the water, combined with your gear still being down, means the landing gear was taken off by your close call.