Contractor
[Der Valkyries]
Aircraft Chosen
[MiG-15bis]
Debt
[0pts]
Savings
[0pts]

Ah, the MiG-15. You remember seeing them and their brothers in training flights overhead. There was many an afternoon in which you sat with friends, lazing on hillsides, and looking to the sky as they practiced. You would point, and promise the others, saying that would be you someday.

You snap out of your daydream. Fingers fumble for your papers, your pilot’s license among them. As you turn your back to the path you were taking, you hear footsteps. Another officer, cutting off the escape, backing her up. If you had tried to run, they would’ve been on you in moments, you realize.

“I-I’m headed to the a-aerodrome,” you manage to say. She takes the identification. Slitted eyes, hidden underneath her cap, look through your things. She doesn’t speak for a moment, reading, looking to you, then back to your papers, and repeat. “I wanted to-” She holds her hand up, halting you. You look closer at her uniform. It bears no rank, just a flat, grey coat. Your breath hitched.

“Mr. Eugen… Yes, I remember you. The little boy, in his little aeroplane…” She looked hungry, like she was searching between the lines of your identification like something was hidden, that would give them reason to arrest you. “Germany’s next top flyer, for sure.” She hands you back your things. You stuff them deep in your coat, afraid to let them go until your license and documents are deep in a pocket. “This hour isn’t safe. Saboteurs and enemies of the State roam around this time. No more early flights, understood?”

“Of course-” You nod rapidly, and she waves you off. “Be safe, then.” You make your way past the other policewoman, leering at you. You give a polite not, but when they’re out of sight, you break into a run through the fields towards the airstrip. When you chose the MiG, you had had just enough to pay your debt after making your choice, and you chuckled with glee. You ran under the moonlight like a free man.