SCRAMBLE: Me163!!
  As you are listening to yet another
boring facade from your flight
Kommandant, "...and remember that it
is imperative that your experimental
rocket fighters never fall into enemy
hands...", the air raid siren
screams. You and the other pilots
instinctively jump up. Your
Kommandant pales. "We are calling a
strike of six Me109's but they will
not be sufficient. I see one... no
two Forts, and a Verdammte load of
those fork-tailed devils!"
  The Kommandant stares you in the
eye. "We have no choice. It is too
early, but... PILOTS, MAN YOUR
PLANES!"
  Your Gruppen races out towards your
mysterious rocket fighters. Those
P-38's will get a nice surprise
today, you think as you enter the
cockpit of your Komet. Yes, indeed.
  Above, the Gruppen of Gustav's race
over you.
  