Take me to the sky,
So I can see the clouds from above.
I can take you with me,
Let your wings, be my love.
Skyhigh by Johnny Soprano
Released 1967
Kirill leans back in the pilot seat. Some of the planes controls move by themselves and the large passenger aircraft jerks its nose sharply into the air. Its probably Kirills idea of revenge for my own car flying. Our stolen passenger plane launches itself at a sixty degree angle into the dark morning sky. The end of the runway, the desert sands and distant mountains drop away from the cockpit windows. Instead, I can see the last few fading stars with nothing but the rapidly sinking sensation in my gut telling me that we are flying straight upwards.
From behind me I can hear the metallic crashing of the service trolley that was not secur
