Chapter Five
Big Sky
Six months later
THE British Airlines, Boeing 747 Jumbo had aborted out of Heathrow Airport just as a violent winter storm had crushed out across the North Sea from Northern Europe, it would be the last jet departing for many days.
Styled out in first class, two women sat, one the color of snow, short white hair, pale skin, forty, a English stunner, Clare. The other woman was black, the color of onyx. She was tall, angular, thin, a scarred face African Somali woman. Her name was Oba. Both beautiful women looked years younger than then their passport pic’s depicted them to be. Some birds were lucky like that.
Both women were mute with little gaiety or smiles on their faces. Their mission was a dire and dangerous one. Clare was desperate for bad news had come, hard
