The Enola Gay

The bomber's had been airborne for over four hours now and they still over the vast pacific.

"How much longer Colonel? If I have to look at this god damned ocean any longer I'm gunna go mad." came the voice from the headphones.

"About two more hours Bob." Colonel Tibbits called back to the tail gunner.

On the bomber's wings were two other modified B-29 Superfortress'. But these just carried camera's and research equpment, nothing like the cargo in the Enola Gay. Colonel Tibbits had been presant at the first explosian of the atom bomb at the Los Alamos back in July and saw the power of the weapon he had in his plane. He knew it could take a city the size of Hiroshima and turn it to rubble in seconds. Every now and again Captin Parsons would open the hatch to the bomb bay and check to see if the bomb was alright. After a few minutes a diffrent voice could be heard on the headphones.

"This is Great Artiste to Enola Gay. I got something on my radar at our twelve o' clock and I can't tell what it is."

"Enola Gay to Great Artitste. It can't be a nip, we're to far out."

"Well then what in the blue hell could it be?!" the pilot asked.

Colonel Tibbits didn't have an answer.

"This research flight. I've got it on my radar too and it looks like its about five miles, still at our twelve, sir."

"Is it moving?"

"No sir, it isn't."

Now Tibbits was really confused. 'Maybe the radar picked up a thunder cloud or something.' Tibbits thought to himself. Major Ferebee, the bombardier, looked out the nose of the plane.

"Hey, is it just me or does the sky ahead look a little, blurry or something?" Before anyone could answer the blur surrounded the plane.

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"What do you mean the plane is gone!?" the air controller asked.

"It just disappeared. POOF! Into thin air. And it didn't explode or anything cause we're still here and it didn't break up cause we didn't see any debris falling or hit the water. Like I said, it just vanished." the pilot of Great Artiste said.

It was clear that he was just as confused as the controller.

"Well General Arnold isn't going to be happy about this Houdini shit!" the controller said, now slightly pissed. "And I can guarantee that he is going to love explaning this one to Truman."