There will be a sequel to Escape Attempt 49. I should have the first chapter of it posted within the next couple of days, but here is a part of the first chapter:

"…The plane is falling out of the sky like a blazing comet, but somehow the pilot still appears to be maintaining control despite heavy flak damage. In fact, he would appear to be crash-landing right near…" the American was cut off as the burning plane roared past him into the woods only a few feet away from where he was standing.

"Awesome, totally awesome." His friend added, staring at the direction of the accident, "Totally, awesome." Like a moth to the flames of the burning plane the private stumbled through the woods to the sight of the plane, smoke billowing from the fuselage, though fortunately the fire had not reached the engine. The pilot had been thrown clear and was lying limp on the ground a few feet away.

"This is Chuck Charles reporting live from the sight of the crash." Private Charles continued taking a closer look at the plane, "The plane in question appears to be a Messerschmitt…"

"Hey, we should probably get that dude outa there just in case that fuel tank blows." Private Dode pointed to the pilot still lying unconscious on the ground. He just wanted an excuse to get closer to the plane.

"This is Chuck Charles and I am now rescuing an enemy pilot," Chuck reported, grabbing one of the unconciousness man's arms, Dode taking the other. "And he's not very light." He added with a groan as they dragged the pilot further back into the woods away from the plane.

"Hey, dude, look at that thing he's got instead of an eye." Dode spoke noticing the contraption of red glass and steel that covered one of the pilot's eyes and a good portion of his face. Curiosity getting the better of him, as usual, he extended a not at all tentative hand and gave the mechanism a poke. No sooner had his finger touched the metal there was a mechanical whirring sound and the eyepiece lit up a kind of ominous red. Chuck Charles took a step back and when Dode didn't do the same pulled him back too. The other eye opened and the pilot sat up, the eyepiece moving slightly like it was adjusting itself.

"The Zoo, where is it?" He demanded. The two looked at each other.

"This is Chuck Charles, and I have no idea what he's talking about."

"You said it, Chuck." Dode concurred. The pilot glared at the two of them.

"Where am I, then?" He demanded.

"New Hoboken Camp." Dode replied, "'s a POW camp."

"Ah, good." The pilot replied. Chuck Charles looked a bit confused, then shrugged.

"Well, it certainly makes our job easier… Breaking news: German pilot with freakish eye is glad to be…"

"My eye is not freakish, it's a marvel of science." Blowhole cut him off sharply, "And you are talking to Dr Blowhole, not just some pilot, perhaps you have heard of me?"

"Can't say I have." Dode replied. Blowhole scowled. "Still, it's nice that you're thinkin' of us and all…"

"When I said this was good I was referring to the fact that I must be close to the Zoo." Blowhole growled. "And Smith."

"No zoos in this part of the country."

"Yes, but I'm in England so I must be close," Blowhole countered, "You're never too far from anything in England, the island's too small."

"Now wait a minute, England isn't…" Dode protested, but Blowhole had already moved on. He stumbled to his feet, wincing as his left leg which was covered in blood took some of his weight.

"Hey, that leg doesn't look all that good." Dode commented. He'd considered unslinging his gun from his shoulder and pointing it more in the direction of the pilot, but with all his talk about zoos and that leg it didn't look like he was going anywhere. "Y' want Chuck to…"

"Shut up, I'm a doctor, I know how bad it is." Blowhole snapped, consulting his compass then taking a pained step towards the woods.

"…This is Chuck Charles and the enemy pilot with the freakish eye who is on the verge of bleeding out controversially refuses medical treatment…"

"Stop narrating, I can't hear myself think!" Blowhole took another step forward wincing painfully and only barely staying up right by briefly grabbing a tree.

"Uh, I know you're feelin' kinda grouchy today, but just sayin', the coast's the other way." Dode commented seemingly trying to keep a straight face whilst marvelling at the fact someone had finally gotten Chuck Charles to – even briefly – stop reporting.

"Do you think I would have crashed here if I wanted to be in France?" Chuck Charles and Dode looked at each other for the third time.

"Are you sure you don't want…?"

"I'm fine." Blowhole snapped and this was immediately followed by the thump of his unconscious body hitting the ground.