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yet another scared and suspicious. I'm . . . not sure what to make of
him, but regardless of the turbulence, he's always been a team player as
far as dispatch is concerned."

"I see."

"I'm sure what you observed was more of the same."

"Okay.

I just thought I'd mention it, you know?"

Judy smiled absently and turned away, then turned back suddenly. "Verne
..."

"Yeah?"

"Tell you what. Call that manager again. Tell him to please go out to
our aircraft right now, and tell Captain Wolfe personally to leave the
cockpit and come call me."

Aboard AirBridge Flight 90, Durango-La Plata County Airport, Durango,
Colorado. 10:28 A.M.

With a cart in the aisle in the middle of a drink service, Annette had
not been expecting to hear the sound of the cockpit door being slammed
hard enough to echo back through coach. She turned and looked toward the
front of the cabin, startled to hear the public address system click on,
and listened as Wolfe's voice filled the cabin.

"Folks, this is your captain. I've got good news. Maintenance rushed out
here and found the problem to be a simple electronic circuit board that
was giving us bad indications in the cockpit. With that, we're cleared
to go. Your first officer is already getting the clearance from air
traffic control, and as soon as our flight attendants can get the cabin
buttoned up, we'll be on our way to Phoenix, with great apologies for
the unscheduled stop. Flight attendants, please prepare the rear doors
for departure and crosscheck. Forward stairs and door are already
secured."

Annette glanced back at her compatriots, satisfied to see that Bev and
Kevin were already pulling the serving cart to the rear galley. She
walked to the front of the coach cabin and turned around, smiling at the
sea of puzzled faces, pushing the volume of her voice to the limit.

"SORRY ABOUT THE DRINK SERVICE, FOLKS." Her voice wouldn't carry the
entire length of the cabin, but the majority would hear her, she
figured. "WE'LL GET TO YOU RIGHT AFTER TAKEOFF."

The sound of the left engine winding up began to reverberate through the