Chapter Thirteen
Corkscrewed
Scarcely had my butt landed back in the seat than I was shoved over against the left armrest as the plane banked hard to port and continued its steep dive.
Corkscrew!
We were spiraling down so fast we’d bore a neat, expensive hole in the Earth if the pilot didn’t pull out. I’d read enough Tom Clancy to know that the tight corkscrew pattern was standard operating procedure over hostile territory. The steep, spiraling descent aims to keep the plane within the protected airspace of the landing strip, while its bizarre pattern makes a difficult target.
Hostile? I thought they were supposed to be taking me home.
I didn’t hear any anti-aircraft fire from below, but then I was never on a flight that tried to dodge heat-seeking missiles, and I imagined that by th
