"Ensure good contact, give me half a minute to start the piston engine. Starting only takes a few seconds, you can throw away the battery afterward."
The housewife taking over the task looked solemn. She used her own clothes as an insulator, pressing the start wire and battery terminals together.
"Great, excellent idea." Olno saved at least a minute, turned, and rushed to the cockpit, sitting down and forcefully twisting the rusty copper switch on the control panel.
The old machine dormant for decades started working again, the yellowed fluorescent needles on the dashboard twitched spasmodically.
Suddenly, a wave of bullets rained just outside the cabin, beating the riveted skin like a drum. A 7.62mm bullet pierced the cabin wall, shattering the radio headset hanging on the front side of the cockpit.
