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PROLOGUE At 8 miles altitude, nothing was perceived from the dark black clouds, which drew over the country that night. Up here, there were only stars, a weak glowing crescent moon, and liberty. The formation of jets was now finally on the flight home after their training. They had throttled the speed to not disturb the population unnecessarily with the noise of their engines. They were still about 15 minutes away from their base and Kevin, pilot-in-training, became nervous slowly. He hated the landing manoeuvre in the dark. "Break a leg!" laughed his co-pilot, Ryan, behind him, who had a lot more experience. "You gotta come down someho

“Letters ...?" Jim muttered, and took a pack of letters out of the drawer. He examined them suspiciously. They were all opened already. Why were letters in the kitchen? Were they hidden here? But why? He took one of the letters and unfolded it carefully. The sender was a certain Maximilian Townson ... Jim remembered these slimy admiral ... Why did his mother hide letters from this guy in a kitchen drawer? He looked through other letters one more time. The first letters were all from that Maximilian Townson, on the rest only stood ‘Max’ as the sender. He opened one of these letters and read: Dearest Sarah! I hope you fe