Todd grinned and motioned for me to follow him. We walked out onto the tarmac and headed towards the chinook. The size of it was massive. I thought of the Galaxy parked on the other side of the airport.
"It just delivered its cargo" Todd informed me. He walked over to speak to a couple of people emerging from the helicopter. After a few minutes we walked away again and crossed through the terminal to the general aviation parking area. I was shocked. Sitting there was "Monster" my AG-14.
"The chinook picked it up very early this morning and delivered it here. We also found out why you went down," my ears pricked up. Todd pointed to a large scorch mark where the paint had lifted off "A massive bolt of electricity entered your plane here. It must have knocked you out and killed the engine, you were lucky it didn't ignite the fuel. The only cause the slavagers could come up with was that you had entered a pocket of charged air."
We spent the rest of the day repairing the AG-14. When the sun was setting Todd stood up and asked
"So what time are you leaving tomorrow?" I was kind of confused about his question.
"What do you mean?"
"What time are you leaving for your next leg?"
"Yeh, with what plane?"
"That one." He pointed off to where the Galaxy was parked. I looked around for the plane he was talking about.
"I don't see any"
"You must be blind, can't you see the Galaxy?"
I just stood there shocked. Who was this Todd guy to have a Galaxy at his disposal? I didn't ask any questions, just prepared to leave the next morning.
