Sowerbutt's Welcome

The twin-engine aircraft, measuring more than 50 feet from wingtip to wingtip, seemed to hover in the air for a couple of seconds, a few feet above the grass, then its undercarriage touched the ground, bounced, touched the ground again and began running across the field. As it slowed, its tail dropped, the rear wheel connecting with the airfield. Swinging around, the aircraft began taxiing towards the nearest hangar. “Step on it, Nero,” Sowerbutt shouted.

By the time the car reached the hangar, a tall dark-skinned man with thick black hair and sunken eyes was standing by the stationary aircraft. He was wearing a leather flight jacket and pale blue Luftwaffe overalls. “Keep me covered, just in case,” Sowerbutt whispered to Spaghetti as he stepped out of the car. “Welcome to England, sir. I have been ordered to take you to Luton Hoo for discussions with our government.”
He instantly recognised the visitor from the Pathe News at the cinema as well as from frequent newspaper photographs.
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