[h1]Servant Gunner[/h1]
[b]Hilltop Church[/b]
His Master got into the back cockpit while he sat upfront, memories of that last flight, pain in his chest and the slow final descent to ground. His last thoughts of his Brother and Country, hoping they could still pull through in the a War that looked so bleak. Now he readied the old machine once more for a new War, one of crazy Magus and upfront Servants who would sooner hold duals then actually do War on the enemy. Fights were unnecessary, just objectives to be meet this night with the potential of resistance. 

Gripping the wheel, Manfred pushed his plane across the field gaining speed and then over the trees. A low whine carried in the air as they climbed and climbed farther into the sky. Wind rushed by his face and Manfred felt alive again. Eventually they broke cloud cover and evened out. Shouting to Mehdi "I do hope you aren't airsick Master, for if that caused discomfort I'm afraid the rest of the night will not favor you better!" Gunner took deep breaths of the air around him, different from home but carrying that hint of nostalgia nowhere else would.

Bringing the plane around he started to approach the Foreign District while keeping to the forests on the edge of town to draw as little attention as possible. Soon they entered it from the South East and settled over it, making gentle loops to keep themselves there sticking to what clouds they could. 

The Red Baron Flew Once More.

[b]8,000 Feet Over Foreign District[/b]

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