Steel took out his phone and touched a couple of buttons and reset a marker on a map, then waited before putting the phone away in his pocket.
‘If you’re asking for a cab, I don’t think they do this far out,’ Foster joked. Steel grabbed the M4 from the floor and rechecked the magazine was full. Samara and Foster followed Steel to the right-hand side of the plane and a crew hatch.
As they peered out through the small round window, they saw the engines. Flames spurted from the exhaust, and black smoke billowed out and carried on the slipstream as the access fuel was being burnt off. The noise from the engines and the rattle of metal was deafening. Samara and Foster watched fearfully, wondering what he had planned.
‘So… Steel, what’s the plan?’ Samara said.
‘We are close to Porta Delgada.
