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Abigail was understandably concerned as to how they would get out of this latest sticky situation, she was no stranger to well laid plans turning to hairy problems without a moments warning. This time however things seemed particularly bleak, gazing out the small window Abigail could see a line of heavily armed men standing at the open face of the hanger.

Franklin looked out a window also, but he had very different reasons, he was concerned that people who he had hired to carry out this hoax might jeopardize its authenticity. Seeing that everything was fine Franklin turned his attentions to the far end of the hanger, it was closed off with no exit-He would make one.

"Did you set the charges!" Franklin called to the German man who had just settled himself in the pilots seat.

"I have Sir." The man replied, pulling the ignition device from his coat pocket, he pointed, pressed, and then released the switch.

"Go!" Franklin shouted just as the explosives ripped a sizable hole in the back of the hanger, the entire back portion of the hanger fell to the ground.

"Take off, now" Franklin called out in his best "Scared to hell" imitation.

The plane started off toward the additional opening provided by the explosives. For whatever reason the armed soldiers made no attempt to chase the plane down or even fire a single shot at the unarmed DC-7.


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Walter didn't quite expect the blonds forwardness, in fact it was kind of a turn off, though perhaps more of a mixture between turn off and male-ego on the level of guilty pleasure. Not that he was fumbling before exceptionally beautiful woman, which she certainly was.

It was going to be a bit of flight, so Walter settled back and maintained their current.......seating stance, if you would.

Within a brief time a slight pain returning to his head, the residual effect of the bump to the head that he had suffered.