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The Captain : 1st Night - 4
The squirrel is ready to lift off, the rotors turning. The pilot is a young African of about thirty. Smartly dressed in a well-pressed khaki uniform. He introduces himself as Lieutenant James Sesile, welcomes me aboard and tells me to strap in. Hands me a radio comms set.
“Do you have good eyesight, Captain?” he asks me as he pushes the throttle forward and we launch up into the night sky.
“Twenty-twenty,” I answer. “And good night vision, too.”
“That'll come in handy. What about thermal imaging? Have you used that?”
“Part of our navigation equipment on board.”
“Good. I'll fly straight to the spot where Miss Adams was dumped out of the car. Don't need to start at the airport. Then we'll follow the national route, diverting as necessary. Do some zigzaggi
