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The other men started laughing.
The driver turned to face his men. “Right. Grab
them. Put them in the truck.”
Mark was ready to go down fighting. Miriam’s legs
were shaking so badly that she thought she might pass
out.
“Tilly,” the old man yelled. “Now.”
A light came on over the service bay door. The door
thumped into life and started to open upwards,
revealing three large drums with AVGAS stenciled on
the side.
The old man slapped the driver on the back and
they burst out laughing.
“Right then,” said the driver, smiling. “Load them
up, guys.”
The men disappeared behind the truck and began
rolling the heavy drums of aviation fuel onto the lift-
gate.
The driver turned to Miriam, then Mark. “I’
m
Cheech; this is my dad." These are my guys. I’
m a crop
sprayer. That’s my fuel.” He flashed a huge, toothy
grin at Mark. “Fuel. You know what that is, eh?”
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