“Well, old girl, for all the bungs you received bringing me over here, you didn’t end up in as sad a shape as I expected you to be in.”
Ian eyed the damage to the biplane, especially the tail section and rudder. There was some skin missing, and a serious crimp in several of the struts, but otherwise she looked to be in salvageable shape. The wing he feared was nearly ripped from the fuselage was intact, but it needed to be reinforced. The propeller appeared to be intact, as well as the landing gear. If he didn’t know better, he would swear someone had already started what repair efforts they could.
His worst fears, however, were for the engine. If there had been damage to the motor, there was no way he could fix it. He just didn’t have the tools, not to mention the parts, for that kind
