Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31401828-20170601205838/@comment-30700719-20170604005747

Two planes buzz through the sky, painted rings and black crosses adorning their fuselages. "Juuuuust roll over, and there we go!" I press down the trigger, sending bullets tearing through the American ace's wings. I bank hard and come around in a slow circle. The enemy ace suddenly flips over, and starts to fire. Bullets shoot past my cockpit, and I roll this way and that, managing to do a barrel roll in the process. I roll over and pitch down, performing a Split-S. He attempts to stay on my tail, but has to pull up. A Mustang's got nothing on a Focke-Wulfe. Suddenly, an anti-aircraft tank rolls up out of freaking NOWHERE and fires a shot. The high-explosive shell whizzes past, and as I'm distracted, the ace manages to hit me with a rocket! "Well then. I got shot down." I turn around, my tail on fire and engine damaged. "He shot me down." I turn back to the view of me hurtling towards the ground. "I hope he gets a medal, 'cause the next time I see him, I'm gonna-"

I wake up in what looks like a cave of some sort. "What the...Luftwaffe, you read me?"

"Sure as anything. Ohh, someone shot you down? The men will never let you hear the end of it!"

"Hey, there was this...sniper ack-ack guy! He came out of nowhere! You got a visual on me?"

"Nein, not at all. According to our instruments, you're at least fifty kilometres from the front lines. You're deep in enemy territory. You may have to fight your way back to us."

"Ah, sheiße. I'll get back as soon as possible."

"Repeat that, we seem to be...tering difficul...you're dropping out...instrume...gone to hell..." Static fills the transmission. "Damn. Well, what would be the best way to get back?" I contemplate my predicament, ideas taking off and getting shot down. Suddenly, an idea comes, soaring into the sky. "Of course! Smuggling! Now, to smuggle, you need criminals. And who would run a smuggling business? The Mafia! I bet they'd pay handsomely for my skills. And if not, I'll find some other way." I get up and set off towards the nearest town, which is only about a kilometre away.

Night falls, and I find myself on the streets of this huge town. Or city. Either one. Now, where would one hide headquarters to a huge organisation? I tirelessly prowl the back alleys, looking for the first part of my plan.