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Anna
Two Months Later
I sat in the cockpit and attempted to organize the flight plan my copilot had just handed me. I noted that the flight was fairly short, just a quick jaunt over to Vancouver Island and back. The lights on the dashboard blinked comfortingly; a cockpit had always felt like home and this rig was no different. It was much nicer than my dad’s old floatplane, though. The joystick didn’t fall off when you pulled up, for starters. Just then, the air traffic controller crackled over my headphones and informed me that my cargo—two passengers and their luggage—were headed my way on the tarmac. We’d be all systems go in ten minutes or less.
Since I started my new job in Seattle, I had flown people, not cargo, to Vancouver Island, the San Juan Islands, and even more remote sp
