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Mike surveyed the landscape as the helicopter flew the airport’s approach pattern, then came hovering down the length of the runway. He never understood why they did that since a helicopter could just land wherever it wanted to, but they always did.
Not sure what was coming, he did his normal routine of completely ignoring the situation until it arrived in front of him. All the worrying in the world never achieved anything. And clients could always tell.
Be casual.
Think about other things.
The sun was actually shining. He wondered if that was as unusual as he’d heard or if the Pacific Northwest inhabitants spread rumors of how awful the rain here was to keep the hordes away.
The view to the east was magnificent. Close beyond the airport, the graceful double span of the Tacoma Nar
