If Slonnie couldn't say no right out, he might manage to dampen Capone's enthusiasm for these new biplanes by spoiling a trial run. Slonnie had to try a maneuver far trickier than the outside loop to live. He knew the Cicero bookies wouldn't give odds on his chances but a triple-cross of rival mobs looked like the only way out of town.
Along the way he ran head-on into a string of sabotaged airplanes. Could a flying legend spot his enemies before he traded wood and canvas airplanes for a pine box?