Romeo was still passed out, hanging in Windlifter's straps as he was lowered onto the runway.
Maru raced over to where he sat, shouting, "Pinecone, get those straps off! Avalanche, get a heat lamp from the shed! Blackout, get my toolbox!"
Yankee was trying to keep back so that he wasn't in anyone's way but trying be close enough to see everything that's going on.
Maru threw open Romeo's hood and said, "Ok, it looks like he sucked water into his intake..." He raced to Romeo's tail, "His tailplane servos are seized solid, and the servos for his rudder... They must have taken the brunt of the lightning, cuz they exploded!"
Yankee looked up at Cabbie and asked, "He can fix him up better then new though, right?"
"I sure hope so," said Cabbie.
Maru looked at Yankee in his rearview and said, "I just hope his load isn't damaged..." And he opened Romeo's cargo hold. He gave a sigh of relief and said, "ok... It looks alright."
"Why was he out in the storm anyway?" Yankee asked, trying to look at the crate, "What was so important it couldn't wait?"
Maru pulled the crate out of Romeo's hold and said, "Yankee... We got your engine block."
Yankee froze and stared. Finally, he managed to say, "What...? You mean...Romeo was out there... because of me...?"
Maru nodded and said, "We didn't know of the storm... We were told that the parts store only had one left and another buyer coming in the morning... But, I'm sure he's going to be fine... Might have a slight cold... and his tail will be sore once it's repaired, but he'll be alright... And so will you. Dynamite! Let's get him in the garage!"
Yankee backed up when everyone started doing things to help out. He could only watch as Romeo was moved into the garage.
Before disappearing into the garage, Maru drove back over to Yankee and said, "Yank, he's not unconcious. He's just sleeping. He spent the last 18 hours scared for his life..."
Yankee nodded slowly and said, "He's not as bad as I was...still am really..."
Maru said, "He's going to be fine. I have to go to work on him." He turned and drove back into the garage, shutting the door behind him.
Yankee slowly rolled into Romeo's hanger and tried to push the door shut, but the old, rusty wheels on the bottom jammed halfway. He grumbled as he rolled over to the large sleeping mats and parked. Trying to ease his mind, he turned on the small television set. "Maybe a little mind numbing TV will help." Yankee said to himself.
The old CRT hissed with static, then slowly came to life. A blurry image slowly came into focus...
Yankee mindlessly flipped through the channels, but nothing seemed decent.
"Monster trucks... Demolition Derby... Car race... Car race... Car race... Another car race! Why are there so damn many car races!" Yankee said, getting annoyed. He just never saw the point of televised races. Racing was just a bunch of cars driving around in a circle to begin with... Now we're gonna beam it right into everyone's living room?
Yankee kept flipping through the stations, but couldn't find anything worth watching, so he shut the TV off and closed his eyes.
Meanwhile in the garage, Maru was hard at work repairing Romeo. He had taken Romeo's cylinder head off and had a heat lamp pointed into the now open block.
"Ok, that should evaporate any water. Now, to fix those servos." Maru said to no one as he took a box of replacement servos off a shelf and set to work.