The SAS guys were in the back of the truck, under a tarp, working with their wrenches. Shaftoe glanced in their direction and saw gleaming parts from the Vickers laid out on clean white fabric. Where the hell had these guys gotten clean white fabric? They’d probably been saving it for today. Why couldn’t they have got the Vickers in good working order before? Because they’d had orders to assemble it hastily, at the last possible minute.