Wilco- Lone Wolf 5 by Geoff Wolak

Author:Geoff Wolak [Wolak, Geoff]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-01-08T05:00:00+00:00

Batman and Robin began helping out, as well some steady jogging, some time on the range. Our guy with a broken arm helped out Crab, often to be seen in the canteen of an evening, and our newbies ran as a group, used the range with supervision, or drove off for courses somewhere.

On Monday morning a loud roar preceded the Mi8 coming in to land, the helo painted a bright red and blue, with red, white and blue Russian stars on the sides. The pilot and co-pilot jumped down as its rotors wound down, and they came over as I walked out to them with Moran and Swifty.

‘You must be Ricky Hartness,’ I said, shaking his hand. ‘I’m Wilco.’ The owner was a little overweight, early forties but grey, his hair spiked up.

‘The ... Wilco?’ he asked, and I wondered if he was gay.

‘The one and only.’

‘Great to meet you.’ He took in the hangar. ‘This the new SAS base?’

‘No, we just use it for parachuting and flying, a few exercises,’ I told him, not sure what Bob had told him.

‘Well she’s fuelled, serviced, ready to go. Oh, this is Mike, commercial pilot, I’m not allowed to fly around the UK with just me at the controls, all bureaucratic red tape. He’s got a lot of hours on my lovely girl.’

I tried not to smile, or to punch him. ‘This is Captain Moran, and Swifty. I want a day’s intensive study, break for lunch.’

Ricky keenly nodded, leading Moran and Swifty away.

I called Bob. ‘Get me two 7 Squadron Puma pilots who want to learn to fly this Mi8, be useful in the future, and we might use them in the Congo. And those pilots that flew the Cessna in Mali, get them back and learning on the Skyvan, might use them in the Congo, Moran is not that confident of long journeys, night flying, bad weather.’

‘Leave it with me. And the first intake has been brought forwards to this weekend, Sunday.’

‘We’re ready. How many?’

‘Sixteen, but they’ll drop out quick enough I guess.’

Phone away, I was determined that sixteen pass – by training them right.

A car came around to the hangar, a taxi, MP Peter in tow. He jumped down first. ‘This lady is here to see you, she says.’

A young and slim black lady stepped out the taxi, bags lugged, and I puzzled her presence here.

In a heavy accent she said, ‘I am looking for Captain Vilco.’

‘You found him.’

‘Mister Bob Staines sent me, I work for him.’

‘And...’

‘I was born and raised in the Congo.’

‘Ah. In that case, you’re most welcome. And ... looks like you’ll be staying a while.’

‘Yes.’ She waited.

I faced MP Peter. ‘Add her name to the list. Thanks.’ I lifted her bag as people stared at her. ‘This way.’ I led her to the visitors centre, our first official visitor, those lads coming out the canteen eyeing her carefully as they passed us.

‘What do I call you?’ I asked her.

‘Sandra. My real name is Sanli Mguntou. But I am now Constable Sandra Montgomery.

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