"Sorry I'm late Lt. Flores", as I slipped into the left hand seat of our C-27J Spartan, "that was not quite the meeting I had in mind". I'd received a briefing package, with the new Giza Card, 24 hours earlier and had just finished filling out all the needed forms after Brian's "Petty Cash" expenses. This ended up putting us a little behind schedule and the weather had changed from the bright sunny morning into a "wonderful" drizzle.
I don't think the Lieutenant was happy she'd been pulled in from her RnR to fly up to Lukla just to ferry some "dumb plastic pole".
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