| Once down safely, Lady Mary
shouted over the noise of the engines, while turning the plane for take off, and opening
the bomb bay doors at the same time, "Go aft, and get them aboard as quick as you
can." "Right oh," the copilot answered matter-of-factly. She wiggled out of her harness, and scrambled down the fuselage. Out the cockpit window, and through the twirling props Mary caught sight of a ragged group making for the belly of the plane. A few paused in their retreat, returning fire into the wooded area behind them. She counted fifteen men still on their feet, a couple more thrown limply across the shoulders of their buddies. Scrambling up the bomb bay ladder, the weary and dirt stained combatants were surprised to be greeted by a short, but very cute brunet. The gal was wearing a smile, earphones and a |
throat mike plugged into the intercom. She waved
each newcomer down the fuselage as he claimed aboard.
"Step lively gents, we’re not wanting to overstay our welcome." Mijnkeer Hank Tromp, too preoccupied to be |
