David "Lucky" Garrison has gotten into his share of scrapes. He's gotten out of them, too, but this one is looking like it's going to be harder than most. What's a man supposed to do when an Army intelligence agent asks a lowly bush pilot like him to take a package from New York to Sydney, Australia? The pay is good and Lucky needs to get out of the States for personal reasons. This job looks like the perfect excuse to lay low for a little bit. Of course, every perfect job usually comes with some hidden drawbacks and not so nice surprises. He wasn't counting on the Nazis. Or getting chased across three continents by a madman. Nor was he counting on picking up a crew or a technologically advanced miracle of modern engineering. Richards had better pay him quick.