Koldan retrieved his gear and waited for his ride inside the red Cougar. He admired the apparent luxury of the car, the implied power in the enormous engine.

Within the half-hour, Mac and Tyler drove up in the team's Jeep YJ from the airport. After exchanging hellos and introductions, Mac went in to where the team was meeting, going over details for the upcoming mission.

Mac as a young native (Fist Nations Indian) man with a moustache, Tyler was a lean crew-cut American.

Heading into his billet Tyler grabbed some gear, changing into civilian clothes. For weapons he brought along his father's M1 Garand rifle, a Colt M1911A1 in a shoulder holster and .38 Chief's Special in a concealed holster. In the glove box went a hand grenade and tear gas canister. For communications he had a walkie-talkie; at YVR and for most of their route along Marine Way (MSR Mike Whiskey) it would be sufficient to contact the reaction element for assistance, at the Free Market they would be closer to New West and could rely on their police and militia for help if needed.

Tyler got in beside him, started the massive engine. It caught with a throaty roar and he revved it for effect, the sound echoing of the buildings. He grinned in pleasure, then looked at his companion.

"Well chief, where to?"

"Airport first, then Free Market, or other way around?"
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In reply to Tyler Gabriel Hope (msg #2):

Koldan admired the sound of the car, this truly a was a work of art, and even if it didn't come close to fly it was close enough to make him relax. He turned to Tyler a broad grin on his face. "Take us to YVR first, Some planes I need to see."

In reply to Koldan Arkadyevitch Dzhamgerchinov (msg #3):

"You got it! Let's get this show on the road."

He peeled out, fishtailing a little in the rain.
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In short order, the Cougar roared down the road to the UBC checkpoint on Marine Dr. From there, they crossed over the Fraser to Richmond, then across the canal from Richmond to YVR. The Troll checkpoint guards admired the muscle car as Tyler identified himself.

"Hey, that used to belong to Gene. I heard the Stickmen took it from him when they ambushed his convoy in Stanley Park. I see you took it back."

Tyler looked at Koldan, then back at the guard. The securing of Stanley Park had been an epic undertaking, involving several communities, the government, the UBC enclave, and even independent groups. "Yeah, well, my dad took it from them. When the Stickies got taken down by the government, we got ourselves a piece." He didn't offer to return the booty.

"Too bad what happened to Gene. He kinda asked for it, and hey, the Stickies got what was comin' to them, I guess. You with the Survivalists then, eh?"

"Yeah. That's me. Hey, you gonna let us in or not? We're independent contractors."

The guard looked down at his clipboard. "Sure, you're on the list. Drive on through."

Once through the checkpoint they crossed the bridge from Lulu Island (Richmond) to Sea Island (YVR). Tyler had some points of interest to cover, and he did so. The first was on the outskirts of the sole residential neighborhood to check out the M113 track mounting a 20mm M61 Vulcan air defence cannon. This was something the team had been concerned about in the planning for an assault on YVR. This stop didn't take too much time. There was no 20mm ammunition remaining, and the track wasn't running but could probably be repaired or have the engine replaced. This was a vain worry, it appeared.

The second stop was in front of the main terminal, where Tyler examined the ACAV that was parked there under the high overhang where passengers once fought for taxis. He chatted with the crew to put them at ease, then eventually found out that the minigun in the cupola was a rare XM214 "Six-Pack" in 5.56x45mm calibre, not the M134 7.62x51mm minigun as originally thought. They had several 500-round cartridges but didn't seem inclined to trade or sell their weapon. This situation might change in time (and indeed probably would) but while the Trolls would allow salvage of were not yet ready to be disarmed.

Over the next hour they examined the tarmac and hangars. There were few large military or civil jet or turboprop-driven transports left, but those that remained were had been grounded due to EMP and/or deliberately sabotaged by retreating USAF and CF personnel using thermite charges in their engines and cockpits. Likewise for the handful of smaller commuter aircraft and two helicopters. It would be difficult to repair any of these airframes and engines, and take a lot of scarce resources. However, there were several smaller prop aircraft that were more intact. A few days with a machine shop and Koldan felt he could make at least one airworthy.

Koldan enjoyed the tour, but is was over all but to soon for his liking. But as they drow over the bridge his mind focused on the task at hand and he begun to take mental notes, checking defensive positions, and counting armed personal. Can´t have to much info He thought.

As they stopped by the ACAV Koldan offered some smokes but let Tyler handle it. But he was sure to study their faces so he could recognise them later on.

As the walked around the planes Koldan ignored the big planes, He would never have left one in a flying condition. The two helicopters were more interesting but after checking them out thoroughly he dismissed the idea, at least for now. He lit a cigarette and walked towards a cluster of small planes. A while later he returned to Tyler with a broad smile and a thumb up. Before climbing in the car he produced a rag and wiped his fingers and the back of his trousers. "To the free market then, and don't take the shortest route, lets enjoy the trip." Offering a smoke he smiled ant pointed in the general direction of the planes. " I can make one, maybe two planes flyable, more if I have time and materials. Ah." He scratched his chin and continued " You don't happen to now about any crashed helicopters around here do you?"

In reply to Koldan Arkadyevitch Dzhamgerchinov (msg #6):

Tyler thought a little, then shook his head.

"Sorry, I know one burned-out airframe in the park, but it's worse than what we seen here. Well, I guess we can check one last hangar out."

He looked inside the door and whistled. "Hey, Koldan, check this out!"

They were at the private-plane section of the airport, to the south of the terminal. The Cougar was parked nearby, waiting to take them to Annacis Island.

Inside the mostly-empty hangar was a small private plane resting on a tricycle landing gear. The engine compartment was open and it looked like there was some damage, but it wasn't a burned-out wreck like most of the other planes.

"Ah, couldn't hurt to ask later." There ought to be one or another somewhere, and sooner or later he would find it.

Flinging away the butt and putting on his pilot glasses Koldan had just opened the door when Tyler shouted. closing it gently he walked away to where Tyler was standing. "Well now Mr Tyler I think you´ve just made me very happy." Moving towards the MFI-9B, Koldan looked inside the engine compartment, muttering to himself, next he stroke the plane gently as he walked around it, checking rudders and the tail fin.

"This is what I was looking for, Shouldn't  be to much trouble getting her in the air." Koldan said with a satisfied smile. "Now lets go to the free market and see what else we might find."

In reply to Koldan Arkadyevitch Dzhamgerchinov (msg #9):

They got back in the Cougar, and with a slamming of doors and the roar of an engine, they were off, heading for the bridge to Richmond.

Pulling out on the throughfare, they heard a voice on the radio. It was Gunny Conklin, the US Marine sniper assigned to Clarke-Sullivan's protection detail.

"Hey, before you leave, meet me by the fire hall. You were there earlier. I have some news."

Tyler looked over at Koldan, but there was no reason not to meet up with the Marine Sniper.
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