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The two pronged forklift was positioned near the midsized 1940's DC-7, this 56 seat airliner had been converted to a simple cargo plane. The over-sized door which had been built for this purpose was wide open, allowing the forks of the 3 ton machine to slip into the aircraft with the greatest of ease.

Unfortunately, the crate which Abigail and Klaus sought after was merely one of several such items, Klaus would have to remove several crates before he could even get near the one containing the prize. As it turned out, the crate which they were after had been loaded into the cargo-hold last, and so Klaus was forced to remove every single create from the plane.

Little did Abigail know, this seemingly unfortunate snag in the proverbial carpet, had been arranged by Klaus' contact; the mysterious man who had meandered up to Abigail. Then next thing to catch Abigail off guard was the unexpected, yet all too familiar sound of gunfire.

With the gunfire came the well rehearsed surprise on the faces of Klaus and his German friend-It had all been pre-arranged to go down in this manner.

"I thought we had an hour!" Franklin screamed at the top of his lungs, although his words failed to break through the intense gunfire, they were clearly understood, as something had certainly gone wrong with Franklin's plan.

"At least we know who it was that had loaded the crate aboard the DC-7." Came words of obviously wisdom from the rather dull looking man to Abigail's left.

"Please Miss, we must board the plane. I shall take you and Franklin out of harms way. Please come with me." The black clad man shouted before running toward the DC-7.

"Franklin! never mind that, get aboard I'm flying you and the professor to safety."