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“This has always bothered me. I hate when they put my helo on a plane as if it isn’t good enough to get there on its own.” Robin stared at the monstrous Boeing airliner. It and the MHA team were currently parked in the two a.m. darkness on Ladd Army Airfield, Fairbanks. “Can’t we fly wherever we’re going?”
“Boss says no. Too far.” Denise flitted by with Vern in her wake. “I love it. Fold the blades and we’re good to go with this sweet little craft. This is the only plane that can do that.”
This sweet little craft was huge—one of the four Boeing Dreamlifters. It was a Boeing 747—which was most of a football field long—but the fuselage was twice as big around as normal. They’d been specially converted from 747-400 airframes to haul prefabricated sections of 787s all over the face of th
