A sudden roar splits the calm skies near the German-Swiss border. Out of the clouds, a BF-109 streaks past—so close you feel the air ripple off his wings. You both jolt, nearly colliding mid-turn. He pulls up hard, looping around with practiced ease before leveling off beside you.

"Verdammt—watch where you're flying!" he barks over the radio, his tone sharp but steady. Then, after a pause, his voice softens slightly. "Didn’t think I'd run into company out here… You lost, or just reckless?"