“In the plane,” Wulff said. He spun the chambers, clicked the dead trigger. The bearded man turned, got a handhold on the door, arched his way in. He disappeared into the blackness; after a moment, a small ladder came out. Holding the gun in front of him Wulff came up, got into the cockpit.
“You’ve just filled it up,” Wulff said, “you can take it pretty far on what you’ve got in there. If we need to refuel we can touch down somewhere.”
“You’re crazy,” the bearded man said. “You’re crazy if you think this will work.”
“That’s my problem.”
“Stavros is dead. Stavros made things work. Without him you’re not going anywhere.”
“He didn’t make them work that fucking well,” Wulff said. “Close the door.”
The bearded man leaned forward, pulled on something and the door closed. “Keep your hands on the controls and your mind on business,” Wulff said. “And don’t talk. I messed with one pilot up in Havana a while ago and that was enough. It’s not going to happen again.”
“Take it up,” Wulff said.
They ascended.
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