“Sit down, pal.” Stan motioned toward one of the cots.
“Homey spot you have here,” Allison observed.
“How did it go today?” Stan asked.
“You fellows did a swell job, but why only six fighters?” Allison’s smile had faded.
“The brass hats knew I was goin’ along,” O’Malley replied.
“One of those little experiments,” Stan explained grimly.
“Pretty expensive try, I’d say,” Allison answered.
“O’Malley spotted a big fighter base all equipped with vanishing planes.” Stan got to the point he wanted to discuss at once.
“There must be dozens of them, but we have never been able to spot any of them to knock them out. Those Me’s and FW’s just sprout out of the ground as we go along.” Allison frowned and shook his head. “If we could spot the fields, we could send out separate missions ahead of a raid and knock off those fields.”
“O’Malley says they snap the planes out of sight in less than a minute. He slipped in over one of them, circled, and when he came back there wasn’t a plane in sight.”