For all you BOB fans here's some more guaranteed custom missions. "Guaranteed", you ask? Yessir, guaranteed to cost you 35 cents to download.

SCRAMBLE--

	On alert duty at Eastchurch you are idling your mark II Spit at the end of the runway when your headset crackles to life. "Six HE's approaching the coast. Estimated targets Hornchurch and Gravesend. Intercept course 355. Escort estimated to be up to six 109's. Off you go lads, give them a taste of fifty caliber, and stay together! You'll be joined by two of the lads from Rochford, so don't put holes in the green ones!"

DAVYJONS--

	A very important convoy is grouping off the mouth of the Thames. Four ships have arrived, and are waiting on battle escort. You are flying CAP at angels 16, prowling for incoming German bombers. You catch something out the corner of your eye. There! At about 12 thousand. Looks like we've got company. You motion to your wingman, and start a descending shallow left bank to line up on the rapidly growing specks. There's nine JU-88's out there, and a total of twelve 109's too make sure they get to their targets. You have three of the best Britain can offer on your side. Save the ships!

PREEMPTV--

	MI-5 got the word from the French Resistance yesterday. Eight bombers would be lifting off today to attack targets in Britain. Four each will depart from Coquelles and Wissant. So now the Intel boys are eating breakfast and patting themselves on the back, but you're up here in the early morning, approaching the French coast with five of the lads from your squadron to back you up. Sure enough, there are the bombers, just lifting off. Time to give Jerry a rude send-off. But be carefull, four escort 109's have been aloft for ten minutes and are slightly above your altitude. Don't get cocky!

DOGFITE1--

	On routine patrol, cruising at 6000 east of Gravesend you suddenly hear reports flood the coastal radio net. 109's and 110's are approaching the coast in numbers, from various directions. Six spits are being vectored to intercept. A total of 8 110's and 18 109's are determined to smash the RAF in one bloody engagement. Dash their hopes!

AMMUNITION: unlimited for all missions because I think the enemy's is too. At least I've never had *them* turn around a fly away for lack of cannon ammo. Not to mention that they sometimes keep firing for ten or so seconds after a pass. Just like to watch the tracers I guess.

Comments to: Mark Betz 76605,2346
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