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There wasn’t much talk as the King Air 90 climbed into a sky of pristine blue. Engine noise discouraged conversation, but mostly the passengers were looking for a place of calm and safety in their mental space. The instructors repeated some highlights from their earlier lessons as a distraction, Clay supposed.
Brooke had handled herself well during the hour-long briefing and training—listened fully, talked little, asked a couple of relevant questions. She took every opportunity to use the washroom, but her fear didn’t show on her face. When it came time to board the plane, she didn’t hesitate, and Clay didn’t embarrass her by offering her a last chance to decline.
The buildup to the jump had strained his patience. The information was good and was delivered professionally, but with a
