"Nance, John J. - The Last Hostage" - читать интересную книгу автора (Nance John J)

"Folks, this is your captain again. While we're waiting for maintenance
to evaluate our problem, I wonder whether we've got any other pilots
aboard who might want to take a quick glance at the cockpit. Even if
you're not interested in visiting, please indulge your captain's
curiosity.

I'm told that no flight ever departs these days without at least one
pilot in the back. If that's you, please ring your call button, and one
of our flight attendants will escort you up front."

In the forward galley, Annette looked up at the P.A. speaker in
surprise, aware that a single call chime had rung in the cabin.

That's not like Ken not to warn me, she thought.

She looked down the aisle, feeling a little irritated and off balance.

Kevin was already approaching a passenger who was rising from seat 18D
to take advantage of the invitation to the cockpit. Kevin reset the
overhead call button and motioned the young man toward the cockpit as
Rudy Bostich caught Annette's eye.

"Yes?"

"I hate to bother you, but is there anything I can do to help? You know,
file charges against the malfunctioning engine, get a court order to
clear the runway?"

Annette laughed and shook her head. "Not yet."

"I'll admit the question springs from self-interest," Bostich continued.

"I have a speech to deliver in Phoenix in two hours, and I'm getting a
bit nervous about getting there."

"An official function, Mr. Attorney General?"

"Thanks, but the title's very premature. No, just a legal seminar.

The world won't end if I don't make it."

"Well, we're waiting for a maintenance man, and we can't legally leave
until he gets here. I just don't know how long it'll take."

Rudy Bostich smiled. "Okay. Sorry to bother you."

"No bother at all."

AirBridge Airlines Dispatch Center, Colorado Springs International
Airport. 10:25 A.M.