Ivan, Scotty and George didn’t know what to expect when they were greeted by Point Cook staff. However, after a week of dawdling, the plane had finally been delivered to the base and assembly could now begin. The Australian pilots were already waiting impatiently to open the crate and greeted the three of them like old friends.
‘They’re as mad as we are,’ Ivan said. ‘They’re going to help us, even if it means working right through their Christmas holidays.’
George gazed at the row of planes inside the hangar. ‘Can’t say I’m surprised. Their fleet is almost as old as ours at Wigram. We’re about to unpack a brand-new one. If the shoe was on the other foot, I’d be out here in a flash, too.’
Scotty stood in front of the crate waiting for someone to find him a crowbar.
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