Fire crackled, rain pelted against the windows, and a man smoking a pipe looks over paperwork.

A knock can be heard on the door.

"Come in"

"Mr. Albertsburgh, the aerial chief needs to see you," a lady spoke.

"Alright, tell him I'm coming,"

"Alright, Mr Albertsburgh," she left the room.

Albertsburgh stood up from his chair, and headed out the door into the carpeted hallway, over to the Chief of Air's office.

"Mr. Alberstburgh," said the chief.

"Mr. Jaxxon, it's nice to see you." Albertsburgh replied.

Albertsburgh took a seat in one of the chairs across from his desk.

"You called me here for what?" Albertsburgh interrogated.

"Well, you see," He set a manila folder labeled 'The Plane to Ship Combat Project' "See this? This is very important. This is the PvS project, a project designed for Plane to Ship combat. We already have these fancy nancy torpedos, what we need is a plane, specialized for dive bombing, and is fast, maneuverable, and can deal massive damage," Jaxxon replied.

"That is called a torpedo bomber," Albertsburgh retorted.

"We need even better," Jaxxon replied. "You are tasked with designing the bombs, and the planes," "You are dismissed," he handed Albertsburgh the folder.

"Very well then," Albertsburgh replied, before getting out of the chair and heading back to his room.