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Armin Faber's pulse thundered in his ears as he desperately scanned the darkening horizon. He couldn't land on enemy territory—he was flying Germany's most closely guarded fighter technology. His Focke-Wulf 190 sputtered erratically, nearly starved of fuel. Having narrowly survived a brutal dogfight, he refused to meet his end in the cold waters of the Channel.

Twilight deepened swiftly on 23 June 1942, every second bleeding away with the dwindling fuel gauge. Panic tightened in his chest. Suddenly, as he reached the coast, a faint airstrip emerged ahead.

Without hesitation, Faber dove sharply, wrestling his fighter onto the grassy runway. The engine stopped with a harsh cough. Relief flooded him as a figure rushed toward him.

But then the man climbed onto the wing of his aircraft and aimed a pistol directly at his head.

Faber squinted through the gloom as the uniform snapped into sharp focus. His heart sank. These weren’t Luftwaffe airmen.