Beloved Enemy
“But by the time it had taxied to a stop and begun to unload, the rain had turned into sleet.
The captain, who was known as Tweet, said, “This is the last stop of our current run, Jack, but since you’ve told me you have another destination in mind, we’ll fly you there as soon as we’ve unloaded, fueled up, and run all our checks.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Hey, I can’t tell you how many favors I owe Ben King.” He swiveled to his navigator, “Right, Hitch?”
Hitch nodded. He was a rangy blond with an easy, open face, and a ready smile. “It sure is.”
Tweet rose, stretched, and yawned hugely. In contrast to his navigator, he was dark-haired, with long arms, a bulge at his waist, and an avowed weakness for Dunkin’ Donuts and Big Macs. “See?”
Jack rose as well, stretching his legs. “I meant I don’t want to get you guys in trouble.”
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