Wilson Port, Tewanta - 3306-12-20 17:45 GST Irene Butler finished reading the newly arrived requisition order and walked from her desk to the door of her office. See scanned the factory floor outside, saw the floor supervisor, Mick Kelly, and beckoned him over. She was back in her seat before the man arrived. He was in his late forties, like her, with bushy red hair and beard, and a ready smile. He was tall and lean, and wore stained overalls with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. There were small scars on his arms and knuckles, the marks of many brawls in his younger days. "Hey Mick. We just had a big order come in. Pull up a seat and tell me what you think." Mick grabbed a chair with one hand, swung it round behind Irene's desk and sat on it. He scanned the requisition order and whistled his surprise. "Frakking hells! One hundred and twenty ship launched fighter assembly packages to