Richthofen sat across from his old friend, the masked recon commander, Totenkopt. It had been years since they'd seen face-to-face, actually. Come to think about it, they weren't truly face-to-face right now, either, with Totenkopt wearing his death-mask. Unfortunately, the mood was grim, the conversation not being one of reminiscing but of an 'unruly' pilot.
Jan had turned on a most chilling theme, fitting the tone.
"Damn, we've got a lunatic in our forces... Voronov has apparently lost his mind. Poor bastard. I've checked the files... amnesia... delusions of grandeur... the poor kid's become a liability. Early retirement on medication is probably the best option..."
Totenkopt shook his head, remaining silent. Jan continued...
"...Captain Ares says that he was committing treason, too. I know the boy has had a history of ill-discipline... but never like that. Ares' testimony has me convinced that he is no longer sound of mind. He cannot be allowed to fly a ship, he may be a danger to his comrades, my friend."
The lights seemed to dim in the desolate bar as Totenkopt rose...
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