Being the air was... different than Lenora had expected. The cold, biting air all around was there, true, but she had expected quiet so far up. Instead there was the constant drone of the engine directly in front of her, the rattle and rumble of it coming up through the air frame and control yoke, the stink of diesel and oil from the wind blowing back into he face. It made her feel alive like nothing else she had ever done.<br/><br/>Lenora kept a sharp ear out for Yelena's orders and turned at the proper moments, flying proudly at the head of the section. When the farm came into view she cut the engine as she had been instructed. Suddenly the engine noise faded away and she was wrapped in wind, sitting atop the world. The yoke was heavy and cold in her hands as she guided the old plane in. They slowly floated above the target and she held her hand over the bomb release control. Her fingers itched but she held off as she counted. One, two, three, four...<br/><br/>A punch and a heavy<em>clunk</em>of release and the hammers dropped away from the plane, the whole contraption jolting as it released weight. Lenora immediately reignited the engine and pulled away, banking to check how she had done. At first she couldn't spot them in the fields, but then she noticed the hole in the roof of the old barn! She gave a whoop and half-turned to touch hands with Yelena. Their strike had been directly on target, as good as anyone could ask for! She felt a surge of elation move through her and glanced back at the rest of the section.<br/><br/>Just in time to see someone else try their attack run. They wobbled as they approached and Lenora felt in her gut that they were going too fast and too low. She gasped a moment before the wheels of the plane hit the roof of the barn, and in a terrible moment the little canvas biplane tipped up and slammed into the barn at speed. Lenora couldn't tear her eyes away from the wreckage and the carnage, currently hidden by a cloud of dust.