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He
sits
down
beside
me
and
buckles
himself
into
his
seat
,
then
begins
a
protracted
procedure
of
checking
gauges
and
flipping
switches
and
buttons
from
the
mind
-
boggling
array
of
dials
and
lights
and
switches
in
front
of
me
.
Little
lights
wink
and
flash
from
various
dials
,
and
the
whole
of
the
instrument
panel
lights
up
.
“
Put
your
cans
on
,
”
he
says
,
pointing
to
a
set
of
headphones
in
front
of
me
.
I
pull
them
on
,
and
the
rotor
blades
start
.
They
are
deafening
.
He
puts
his
headphones
on
and
continues
flipping
various
switches
.
“
I
’
m
just
going
through
all
the
preflight
checks
.
”
Christian
’
s
disembodied
voice
is
in
my
ears
through
the
headphones
.
I
turn
and
grin
at
him
.
“
Do
you
know
what
you
are
doing
?
”
I
ask
.
He
turns
and
smiles
at
me
.
“
I
’
ve
been
a
fully
qualified
pilot
for
four
years
,
Anastasia
.
You
’
re
safe
with
me
.
”
He
gives
me
a
wolfish
grin
.
“
Well
,
while
we
’
re
flying
,
”
he
adds
,
and
winks
at
me
.
Winking
…
Christian
!
“
Are
you
ready
?
”
I
nod
,
wide
-
eyed
.
“
Okay
,
tower
.
PDX
,
this
is
Charlie
Tango
Golf
–
Golf
Echo
Hotel
,
cleared
for
take
-
off
.
Please
confirm
,
over
.
”
