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Now Boarding
I ducked low at the last second, slipping under the wing.
Summoning every ounce of core strength, I righted the bike and gave it everything on the accelerator, hard-gasping the impact of the bullet out of my system. Not exactly easy in a 140mph headwind.
But I popped out from beneath the wing and caught up to the stairwell again. I held the bike steady, ignoring another bullet, pinging off the undercarriage of the plane.
With the plane running out of tarmac, I stood up slowly off the bike seat, keeping hold of the handlebars.
As the Gulfstream reached the last few hundred metres of the runway, the air caught beneath the wings of the plane and the wheels left the ground.
The pilot pulled up; Nathan and the MI6 agent inside the doorway.
I let the bottom of the stairs
