8 Strawberry Bank Rd.

Suite 20

Nashua, New Hampshire

    “Okay, Dave…we’ll have to keep an eye on this. I have us at 20,000 feet all the way. Let’s see how that holds up. We’ll refuel in Missoula and then get above this stuff.”

    “We’re right on the edge on weight Bill. Missoula is a good choice.”

    “Okay…that’s what we’re down for. We might need the margin if things get shitty in Idaho.”

    “Ohh Cap’n, here comes that singer lady…” The copilot had focused his attention on the attractive woman just exiting the taxicab.

    Karen passed the fare to the driver, then quickly alighted from the taxi. She glanced at a sign on the hanger door, ProAir Charter Service. The driver took her bags from the trunk of the car and dropped them on the pavement. He was quickly back in his cab, leaving her standing at the curb, bags at her feet.

    “Thanks a lot buddy. You’re a big help,” she mumbled at the receding vehicle. The cab raced away, chasing another fare.

    She looked about trying to decide whether to go into the hanger or through the gate and directly to the tarmac and the plane. “Awful tiny plane,” she said aloud, but not loud enough for anyone else to hear, then looked at the two-man crew standing by the passenger door, and added, “Young pilots, too, but at least they look the part.” She appreciated that they were well dressed and profession­al, although young. As she struggled with her bags, she saw the younger of the two men hurry towards her and open the gate. He introduced himself with a wide smile.

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