Dorner surpressed the urge to swallow, the four Lithuanian fighters were closing fast, within minutes they had shot past the cruising FW 187, then looped round and taken up a open diamond formation around his plane. The radio crackled to life, a spat of Lithuanian came over the receiver. Unfortunately, Dorner didn't speak a word of Lithuanian, nor did Thayer. An agonizing minute crawled by, then a voice spoke in German.
"Recon flight Vaskes? Flight Leader Nagius, 5th Fighter Squadron." The voice remarked crisply. Dorner almost sighed in relief, for a tense moment he thought he was about to be shot down. Dorner quickly responded in the affirmative.
"Yes. I am instructed to follow your lead, while in Lithuanian airspace."
"Understood. Maintain, present course and speed, we will over fly, Kaunas and Vilnius, before making for Vaskes. Orders are to check in with each airfield before we arrive over Vaskes."
"Very well." Dorner said. Thayer began making some calculations on a pad, working out the course, that the Lithuanian flight commander had laid down. He grunted wordlessly to himself as he worked out the variables.
The Lithuanian countryside quickly flashed past, Kaunas, and Vilnius came and went in a surprisingly short time, or at least it seemed so, to Dorner. The Lithuanian escort occassionally made some remark to one another, but as it was in Lithuanian, Dorner had no means of knowing what was being said.
Thayer didn't help Dorner's peace of mind by noisely and ceaselessly chewing crackers the whole flight. By the time, they had reached Vilnius, Dorner had half a mind to scream at his collegue. Dorner got the feelling that wouldn't make Thayer stop, though. According to rumour in the squadron, eating crackers was Thayer's luck charm. He'd been in the midst of eating a packet of salted crackers when he'd survived a plane crash some years ago. Which seemed sort of dumb to Dorner, the point of a luck charm was to help ward off accident, injury or bad luck wasn't it? Not deal with it after it happened. Although, Thayer might have a point, after all, the old remark about any landing you could walk away from.... come to think of it, what happened to the pilot that had been with, Thayer that day? Dorner had never been able to find out that particular detail --. Dorner's train of thought was abruptly interrupted.
"Vaskes, ahead. Recon flight." Nagius suddenly spoke over the open channel. Dorner and Thayer snapped to attention. Nagius, slowly circled the flight around Vaskes, for a over view. It didn't look good, a lot of smoke was hanging on the horizon, flames could be seen glittering in several parts of the town.
Dorner following Nagius's lead, swung his FW 187 over Vaskes for a high level pass, Thayer snapped pictures with his equipment rapidly. Not Satisfied, Dorner requested another pass over the town, at a lower level. Nagius, agreed. Around the five aircraft went in, sweeping much lower then their previous pass. Low enough to be endangered by any flak guns if they were present. Thayer snapped more pictures, remarking that one more pass would do it.
Dorner, thought that was pushing it, the troops amid the buildings, in the streets and on top of roofs, had begun to take notice of them. Still Dorner, thought, Thayer had a point: they were here to get the best information of the LoN task force positions and the positions of the Wilno and Wilno Rebels. Nagius responded that he was game. That decided it, one more pass, then they would head for home.
Dorner spotted a series of twinkling lights appear as they began the third pass. It took Dorner a moment to realize what those twinkling lights were. Bullets shrilled past his cockpit, others pock-marked the metallic sking of the engine nacelles, fuselage or the undersurface of his FW 187's wings.
Dorner realized that he was being shot at! It seemed every Wilno soldier who wasn't shooting at something on the ground, was shooting at him. The black crosses emblazed on his wings seemed to offer no protection: either the Wilno Self-Defense men didn't realize that they were shooting at a German aircraft or they didn't care. After several days fighting it was probably the later, they probably thought of any aircraft overhead as being enemy.
Dorner cursed as smoke began to plume from the underside of his port nacelle. The instruments registered no damage, but something was burning inside the casing. Suddenly he heard Flight Leader Nagius bark something in Lithuanian, abruptly the two of the escorting fighters to his right and rear, flew expertly under him in effect acting as shields. A stead storm of bullets tore up from the ground, striking them repeatedly, both Lithuanian pilots obedient to their commander's orders held their position.
Nagius's plane and that of his wingman, ahead and to Dorner's left, suddenly and without warning plunged towards the ground, their hub mounted automatic cannon and wing machine guns chattering. Dorner clawed for greater height, his escort grimly sticking with him the hold way.
Dorner and Thayer watched silently, as the two decending planes, raked the roof tops and streets in a single screaming pass. Many of the twinkling muzzle flashes were abruptly extinguished as they passed, as their own cannon and machineguns shells struck home - killing, wounding or causing men to dive for cover. Nagius and his wingman, began to climb themselves, there work done. Smoke striked out from Nagius's engine, his plane began to wobble sickeningly, then it flipped over before, Nagius managed to right it. Then the fighter plunged, flames erupting from the engine exhausts, the crippled plane careered down into Vaskes, out of control. It passed from view amid the smoke shrouding the embattled town. A bright explosion suddenly lite up the skyline, as the Lithuanian plane impacted into the ground.
Dorner and Thayer exchanged sickened glances. Bullets still reached up for them, but with less and less effectiveness as the FW 187 climbed quickly for safety, the three Dewoitine fighters struggling to catch up. Dorner heard the radio crackle with an exchange of Lithuanian once more. It sounded harsh in his ears. Then Nagius's wingman waggled his wings, and began a turn back towards Vilnius, his fellow Lithuanian pilots did the same, grouping protectively around the German plane. Dorner took his meaning, and brought the FW 187 around onto a course for the Lithuanian airfield.
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