"We are to fill in on his flight. We might work it so that he wouldn't know until we take off. We could be a bit late in showing up." There was a twinkle in Allison's eyes.
Stan began to grin. "I like the idea," he said. "We're stuck the same as he is and might as well cheer him up."
They went to the operations room and located Captain Marks who regarded them with unbelieving eyes.
"You mean to say you gave up a vacation trip to Alexandria to take this ferry job with that wild Irishman, O'Malley?"
"Sure," Stan said with a grin. "We like ferrying. It's the sort of life for any ambitious officer."
Captain Marks regarded them intently. "I have your assignments here, but I haven't seen anything of O'Malley."
"Suppose you shove them at him the last thing before the flight takes off. We'd like to surprise him, having been a pal of his for a long time."
The captain grinned. "It will be a surprise," he said. "I know about you three and I'm looking for trouble. O'Malley never looks at assignment or flight orders. And there will be only the three of you." His grin faded and he scowled at the two pilots. "We'll only lose three ships and I guess we can afford that."
"Thanks, Captain," Stan said. "Mum's the word. We'll see you before dawn tomorrow morning."
They moved out and did not go to Mess Three. They headed out to locate a spot where they could hide out until flight time.