![]() ![]() âNever could figure out how all this mumbo-jumbo works.âĮverett laughed. When the plane reached its cruising altitude of nine thousand feet and leveled out, Everett said, âYou want to sit up here? Nice ride and views at a hundred seventy knots.âĪrcher changed seats and looked at the instrument panel. He eyed the thermometer set in the ceiling of the plane and saw that they were already well into frostbite territory. Even when they hit some rough air and downdrafts and the Beechcraft bumped, swayed, and jostled some, Archer just kept looking out the window thinking of other things. He hadnât liked riding in planes much after that, but this was a breeze. And then Archer and the other survivors had dutifully marched off and gone straight back to fighting a war. The plane had crash-landed short of the runway, killing more men. Archer had watched as rounds had pierced the fuselage and killed four of his comrades, including one man sitting beside him. As the plane was descending to land, they had taken unexpected enemy fire from a couple of German fighter planes. ![]() The flight was fairly short, around two hours, and there were fifty other fully geared-out grunts on board with him. The last time Archer had been on a plane was during the war. The seats were comfortable and there was a small credenza which Everett had told him contained tumblers and a bottle of Bart Greenâs favorite scotch.Īs they climbed toward their cruising altitude he looked out the side window. The Beechcraft was surprisingly spacious, especially with only two people on board. He was directly behind Everett and could see out the front windscreen. Tags: None, Fiction & Literature, Hard-Boiled, Historical Mystery, Mystery & SuspenseĪS THEY ROSE OFF THE TARMAC ARCHER gripped the armrest of his seat. ![]()
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