No Glory

As daybreak arrived on the second month of the New World Order's invasion of the United States, alarms sounded at the Lots base. Everyone hopped into their planes and ascended into the sky everyone that is, except the Ghost of Ottawa. The TBM Avenger was having engine trouble and refused to start. The Ghost waved them on as they passed by.

As the Lots Airforce arrived at their next location, they found themselves greeted by bombers and fourth generation fighter jets.

"Overlord...."

"Evasive action NOW!"

Lots planes' exploded in the sky above Norway Illinois.

"Overlord! We've lost too many people! Fall back!"

"They'll follow us home! Keep fighting!"

"OVERLORD THEY HAVE MISSILE LOCK!"

The PBY went silent as the missile shot towards them. The Overlord blinked and watched their doom approach them. Then a stream of bullets intercepted it.

"Miss me?"

"Ghost?!?!"

The TBM Avenger buzzed past them taking down the jet.

"Overlord, get everyone back to base! I'll draw their attention."

"That's a suicide mission!"

"I've faced worse. Pat, get them home."

The WWII warbird spun low and headed to the river being pursued by the attackers.

"All planes get home!"

Once they were home, they did head count. They lost Tony, Logan, Cody, and ten others. Thirteen in total, there was still no word from the Ghost.

"I hope you've said your prayers! I'm coming in hot!"

The base alarms blared as the TBM Avenger buzzed the runway throttle wide open.

"Let's see if Logan's NOS idea works."

A single jet followed him as the TBM made its climb. The Ghost opened the bottle of NOS causing blue flames to spit out of the exhaust of the warbird. The Jet almost had missile lock, but the jet was intercepted by a homemade rocket slamming into the cockpit, killing the pilot, saving the old warbird.

"Thanks guys, I'm coming down."

As the TBM lands, the crew run out to meet it.

"Nice save."

"Same to you. Now we're even."

"Guys, radio just said that countries across the globe are fighting back!"

"How many?"

"All of them! We did it!"

The Lots Crew cheered and danced at the news, however, the New World Order had one final contingency plan in case this would happen.

"Execute Directive Zero. Launch all nuclear missiles in fourteen hours. Get our people underground, I want this world burned! AM I CLEAR?"

"Yes Lord Soros."

"In fourteen hours, we shall cleanse this world of the stench of freedom, life and liberty."