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“I don't know,” Marcus said. “But there are others here. Pilots from the Battle of Britain. Zero pilots from the Pacific. And… things. Metal birds that shouldn't exist. They fly without props. They have missiles that chase the heat of your engine.”

Captain Marcus Cole of the USAAF didn't believe in ghosts. But when his P-51 Mustang spiraled through a thunderhead over the Pacific in 1945, the sky split—not with lightning, but with static. When his vision cleared, his radio was buzzing with a strange, clean signal. “Unidentified aircraft, you are entering NATO restricted airspace. Identify immediately.” Birds of Steel -NTSC-U--PAL--ISO-

The sky on screen burned. Marcus’s voice came through, calm and resolute. “Tell me how to beat it. Your version of the war has different rules.” “I don't know,” Marcus said

She never tried to merge them again. But sometimes, late at night, she'd hear the faint roar of piston engines from her bookshelf. Zero pilots from the Pacific