‘Anyone can rough it,’ his old sergeant had always told Steel.
Words to live by.
It was going to be a long flight, so he knew he might as well make the most of it.
Business-class all the way.
The plane was a Boeing 777. A big old bird with seats he could relax into and not require a shoehorn to get out of. Steel was not one for pomp and ceremony, even though his father, the Earl, would insist from time to time. Given that it was a long flight and needed to be fresh when he arrived, the business class suited him fine.
Most in his financial situation would have gone first class but on a different floor with no exits.
It was an enclosed bubble on top of the aircraft, with no means of a tactical advantage. And besides, Steel wasn’t a first-class kind of guy.
Steel had taken a flight fro
