CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
By four-thirty in the afternoon, Graham had finished his six-hour static line parachute training. A local television crew looked on and filmed while he queued with his office team and Roger’s sales team to board the Cessna Caravan 208B. His harness with the deployment bag felt heavy on him, while the helmet with the radio attached made his head feel like a pendulum rocking back and forth.
With everyone on board, Guy Ericson closed the roll up door. He had delegated himself as the dispatcher - the man by the hatch.
Graham’s nerves were jangling as he and eleven others sat on the long bench seat while Guy threaded the static line through the loop in their deployment bags. Graham made sure to sit at the end, to be the last man out. Like himself, he could detect the smell
