General, say hello to the Aurora.

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Erm, hello Aurora.

Rumours of this plane have been circulating for more than a decade now.

What is it?

She’s the latest generation of spy plane, she can fly near to the edge of space at speeds approaching Mach 6 using a revolutionary engine design, the pulse wave detonation engine. She can fly higher, faster and further than any other plane in existence.

They do like to paint their planes black don’t they?

I guess it’s a black project in more ways than one. I approve!

(There is a sudden commotion outside. The hangar vibrates with the sound of hovering helicopters above and an alarm bell begins to ring inside)

Oh well, no time to look for real flying saucers today.

This Aurora, it does have two seats my Lord.

Yes, let’s do it – fire her up and get us out of here General.

(Doctor Sinister scoops up the briefcase and the cat box as General Menace clambers aboard the Aurora and slides into the pilot’s seat. As the Doctor climbs the ladder alongside and sits in the co-pilot’s chair, the engines thunder into life and the black jet taxis forward as the hangar doors open remotely. Spotlights from hovering helicopters threaten to blind the General as the Aurora exits the hangar and turns left onto the runway. Opening up the throttles, the plane suddenly screams into life, flames exploding from the rear as it hurtles down the runway and into the sky where it vanishes)

We made it my Lord!

Yes indeed, good flying General.

Where are we headed now?

Well, it strikes me that they would probably expect us to get as far away as possible, so let’s not. I’m prepared to indulge you now General, let’s head to Vegas.

Roger that my Lord, I hear they have a replica of the Eiffel Tower there these days.

They do? Well, why didn’t you say so earlier? Assuming this thing is equipped with weapons, we can fulfill another one of my life long dreams and demolish the Tower. Make it so General!

Yes my Lord. Sin City here we come!

(The Aurora screeches off into the night sky, whilst, unseen by the General, a fuel warning light blinks steadily on and off…)

What exactly will our heroes do with their new toy?

Will the Aurora even make it to Vegas?

And how well do travel-sick Siamese cats handle extreme G-Forces anyway?

Find out in the next fantastic episode of…The Incorrect Art of War!!

A J Summersgill & Jim Moreno