Flying Coffins
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Enemy planes are not the only things hunting in the sky...
"Early winter¸ 1918. You are members of the Royal Flying Corps stationed near the Front and rumour has it¸ the next big push is about to begin. The squadron's being worked to death¸ and its champion ace is on the verge of cracking up. Meanwhile the new Hun Circus is racking up kill after kill - but is it the enemy or something else that's to blame?
"A sortie into Hunland to tackle an observation balloon ends in a fierce scrap with Jasta 32. Great winged beasts¸ agents of Death itself¸ are glimpsed flying in and out of the clouds. On the ground¸ flying ace MacMurdo knows more than he's letting on but he is on the edge. Reporting it to Command won't do any good¸ but talking to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle¸ military journalist¸ might. Combat takes its toll¸ and the date of the Push draws near. It's up to you to make the skies safe and not just from the German planes.