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The planes the group would be taking to London were lined up, each of them ready for takeoff. SPAD was at the front of the line with Melvin, waiting to be told when to go.
Blanchfield, Carling, and the robot airman from before began herding the group towards the planes, each of the three taking a spot in a different cockpit while they waited for everyone to board.
Once everyone was ready, Melvin climbed on SPAD’s back, strapping himself in before waving back at the Aerodrome. The airmen staying behind wouldn’t be able to read his monitor from where he was seated, so he didn’t bother saying anything. He just made sure he and his dragon were comfortable, checked to make sure none of the party had been left behind, and then let SPAD take a running start before jumping into the sky, her dragonfly-like wings propelling her into the air.
The rest of the biplanes followed suit, and before long, the group was on their way to London.
It took about eight hours of time in the air to reach the Biggin Hill Airfield. The sun still hasn’t risen once they’d landed, but it wouldn’t be too long before the sky changed from black to red and gold.
Melvin undid himself from the harness on SPAD’s back, sliding down to the ground and going over to the biplanes to check on the group members who’d opted not to fly with the dragon. “Did you have a nice flight?” he asked each of them once they were in earshot, waving at them as he approached.