Back on the U.S.S New York, the Ghost and crew were being briefed on the situation in Europe, their aircraft were all re-painted black with matching decals. The TBM Avenger was christened "The Illusive Spectre", The PBY was now "The Angel of The Dark", and so on. The former Scramble Squadron was now know as the "Spectre Squadron " The Squadron was all still rocking WWII Flight Jackets and Coveralls just with new decals.
In the briefing room, The Ghost went over the specs of their mission."
"Alright Spectres, this is what we signed up for. This mission is not only to take out key NWO installations, but to show the Island of England that there is still hope."
"Our targets are relay satellites, government buildings, airfields, and ammo depots. We hit fast and hard. Liberation of London is key here." stated the Busch Hunter.
"If we can hit the AA, British Underground fighter pilots can assist us with the rest."
"Yes Sir!"
"Dismissed, Wheels up 0000."
As the Pilots prepped, The Ghost stood on the deck of the aging carrier, this battle wasn't for his home, but it was necessary to secure the future.
As 0000 (Midnight) hit, the planes took off, loaded to the teeth with weapons, rocket pod, drop tanks, and 5000lb bombs. The B-52 was refueled and ready to go, awaiting the green light to commence the bombing run. The Planes snuck in under the cover of night, the Englishmen were asleep along with the NWO troops stationed there.
"Big Ben this is Lincoln-Douglas, do you copy?"
"We copy."
"The Stars of Night bring a wondrous shine wouldn't you say?"
"Couldn't tell you, haven't seen the stars in ages."
The British Underground raced to the door of their base expecting a package, but this was a much better gift. American WWII Warbirds raining bullets down on the sleeping bases of the NWO, AA guns left in smoldering ruins. The residents of england stepped out of their homes to see the B-52 wipe the NWO airbase off the map, then joined by old RAF fighter planes. They stood in silence as the last major stronghold fell, the NWO was in full panic mode as they had nothing to throw at Spectre Squadron. Once the warbirds flew over the city the people began to cheer, some of them at least, many people had gotten used to the NWO control and didn't mind it.
The Ghost and the other refueled at the old RAF base and prepared to move onto Germany.
"Thank you for everything."
"We're not done yet, we're off to Germany next."
"Good luck to you."
The Planes rearmed with NWO bombs and fuel from the base and headed onwards.
In the twilight hours of the German morning, "The Ringvereine" better known as the German Underground, woke up to an air battle, Spectre Squadron had managed to eliminate everything except the airbase. Me-262's and other jets were airborne taking on Spectre Squadron and the Big Ben Pilots. The piston powered aircraft of Spectre Squadron managed to score hit on the NWO Airbase there, but during a run on the base, the TBM Avenger piloted by the Ghost had a close-proximity missile detonation go off in front of the engine. Shrapnel peppered the radial engine and the canopy, The Ghost was hit as well, his right side chest had a 2 inch sliver of glass sticking out of it, and the plane was acting erratic.
A F-4 Phantom escorted him back toward friendly airspace as the others continued to battle the NWO.
"How's it looking Illusive Spectre?"
"Shrapnel pierced my right side chest, it's not deep, but I am bloody."
"Plane probably looks than you. You might be losing oil."
"Gauge says im not, could be the coolant modification we had put in."
"Could be, still, no need to think its small and have your engine seize over occupied Germany."
"Agreed."
"How much fuel you got?"
"1/4 of a tank in drop tanks, still fuel regular tanks."
"We're gonna push for the carrier, it's a trek but we can make it."
"Roger."
The two planes fly over the open ocean and begin their approach to the U.S.S New York.
That's when it appeared.
"HOLY SHIT! You see that?"
"Yea....an F-35 Lightning."