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power source.”
    “The Five-ten-A’s were in action with private companies like White Star Line,” Barnswallow said. “They were use to fend off airship pirates, and proved quite effective.”
    Hemsworth nodded. “Diesel technology supplanted steam, and the notion of an electric-diesel aeroflyer, while bandied about, never really took hold,”
    “But this was silent,” Scarlett insisted. “It made no sound whatsoever.”
    Barnswallow took another sip of tea, then took in a long slow breath. His scowl, not directed to anyone in particular, deepened. “While we have a hold over the oceans, I would dare say it is Jerry who owns the skies. Their understanding of aviation engineering is not only commendable, it is inspiring.”
    Scarlett exchanged looks with the men, and then she saw the plane clearly in her head again. “This Fokker plane is electric. Completely electric?”
    “Electric cars were all the rage at the turn of the century,” Hemsworth said. “A decade ago, they were averaging a hundred miles on a full cell. When you think of how far and how fast air travel has developed, it is not a stretch to think of how far battery technology has progressed as well.”
    “Jerry must have also cracked the problem with cold temperatures and the toll it takes on a battery’s charge,” Barnswallow added.
    “Is there anything else you noticed about this plane?”
    “I think I’ve told you everything,” Scarlett said, but then she paused. “No, wait, there was something else painted on the plane. It was in German so I’m not sure exactly what it says.”
    “Stationed this close to the Front and you don’t know the language?” Barnswallow huffed.
    “Considering I am usually in the air, no, I thought it more necessary to know French in order to blend in.” Scarlett pinched the bridge of her nose, closed her eyes, and tried to recall what she had caught a glimpse of. “Grover Bosser Wolf, I think. I do remember ‘Wolf’ being the only word I remotely recognized.”
    “Was it Großer Böser Wolf?” Hemsworth asked.
    “Yes, that was it. Grobber…Grubber…eh, what you said.”
    Hemsworth, tapping his fingers together, glanced over to Barnswallow, then looked back to Scarlett. “Something we were afraid of.”
    “You know who this fellow is, don’t you?”
    Barnswallow fidgeted in the corner of his couch while Hemsworth finished his coffee, and then appeared to gather up his courage. “Maximiliane Adolphina Vogelberg von Wolff. She’s also known as the Big Bad Wolf.”
    “The Aces of Aces,” Scarlett whispered. “She…let me go. She could have added me to her kills and she let me go. Why?”
    “Again, this is why there was such a debate as to whom would take jurisdiction over this case.”
    “As much as I loathe to repeat myself,” grumbled Barnswallow, “Cumming was adamant. About many things.”
    “What do you mean by that?” Scarlett asked.
    The door flying open could not have been timed better, even if it were on stage with the best skilled actors. “Red, you won’t believe what we got in the hangar!”
    “Red?” chuckled Hemsworth.
    Just. Lovely. As if the nickname wasn’t bad enough, Tink had to use it in mixed company. “Gentlemen, this is my mechanic, Tina Keller.”
    “American?” barked Barnswallow. “And here I thought the Yanks wanted nothing to do with our merry little war.”
    “Tink is originally from the United States, Colonel, but she emigrated here a few years ago. She’s managed to keep the Scout flying for the past two years.”
    “So no, I’m not here representing a country that doesn’t want me, sir,” Tink said, her gaze brazenly fixed with Barnswallow’s, “I’m representing a country that were a bit more welcoming. The place I now call home.”
    “I see you set a shining example to your support staff,” Barnswallow noted.
    “Wait a moment,” Hemsworth said. He was visibly distracted. “You’re flying a Scout? A Bristol Scout?”
    “Only plane