otg 141 - search for replacement

OTG-141 was the best special forces unit, an elite force of fighters. They were ready to go to the very end to complete their missions. But what few understood was that they trusted their lives in the air to only one pilot: Nikolai.
Another day. Another mission. Another victory. After a brilliantly accomplished mission, the squad flew back to base.

Price: Well done, great job. I think we can take a day off.

All was quiet. Price had sent his report, Ghost was simply sitting silently in his seat, and Gaz and Soap had already fallen asleep from exhaustion. But joy isn't always the same. A missile hit the plane, knocking off a wing. The plane began to fall. Fortunately, everyone quickly recovered and survived. But Nikolai was wounded in the stomach and leg. Fortunately, they managed to save him, but the squad needed a pilot until Nikolai could return.
Lying on his hospital bed, Nikolai couldn't leave them without a good pilot.

Nikolai: I don't want to leave things to chance, nor do I want you to be flown by an untested pilot. I have a friend back in Russia; he works at a factory now, but he used to be a pilot. He's a natural. As they say, he has wings instead of arms. I'll give you the coordinates.

Everyone trusted Nikolai, so they headed there immediately. Finding the factory was easy, but the boring man was nowhere to be found. Especially since only Price and Ghost spoke any Russian.
Luckily, a worker was at hand.

Price: Where can we find the chief mechanic?
Worker: Heh, he's touching his hangar again. Don't miss it, at the end of the plant.

The hangar was actually located at the end of the plant, a separate old extension.