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RAF Fairborough, Oxfordshire – Five Minutes Later
Another motorbike trip: Segev dropped off Eli at the Blue Entrance to the Air Tattoo. The second surveillance team had texted Eli the coordinates of Petra’s phone; she was now walking along the main concourse between the RAF Village and the Autodrome; no doubt looking for the girl. Fortunately, her pace had slowed; fortunate because Eli didn’t much feel like jogging.
Overhead, a display of US helicopter troopships flew in formation pounding the air with their blades; ugly and mighty. Nearby some school kids clamped their hands over their ears in a pathetic attempt at shutting out some of the decibels. Eli walked past aircrew, members of the display teams, swaggering in their overalls. That same swagger; that same look; Eli remembered
