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"We're tankering because it costs more in Phoenix than in Colorado
Springs?"

Ken nodded as he returned his gaze to the instruments. "Yeah. But this
is nuts to have more than four hours fuel aboard out of the Springs."

He looked back at the copilot. "David, have you flown this particular
aircraft recently?"

The copilot shook his head, as much to clear away the disturbing
thoughts as to reply. "No, I don't think so."

"So,

you're not aware of the oil leak problem we've been having on number two
engine?"

David Gates looked cornered. There had been nothing in the log book
about number two engine, but it wasn't unusual for AirBridge pilots to
verbally pass on maintenance concerns that probably should have been
entered in the maintenance log. Not a legal procedure, but all too
common in smaller airlines, or so he'd heard. AirBridge was his first
airline.

"I . . . hadn't heard about any oil leak, and the maintenance log showed
nothing. I'm sorry if I missed something."

Ken looked up at the overhead panel and reached for the FASTEN SEATBELT
switch. He cycled it twice, sending a two-chime signal to the cabin crew
indicating their passage through ten thousand feet, then glanced back at
the right-seater.

"You didn't miss anything. No one has written it up yet, including me,

but we're all suspicious. Either a main oil seal is going, or something
else is happening out there. Last week it started making strange noises
in flight and I seriously considered shutting it down."

David was silent for a few seconds, the image of the powerful CFM-56 jet
engine hanging in his mind. "The engine instruments didn't give you any
indication of what's wrong?"

Ken shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, "Not a clue. We'll just
have to watch it closely."

On the flight attendant jumpseat by the forward entry door, Annette
glanced at a small panel of colored lights on the ceiling and shook her
head in disgust. Just after the ten thousand foot chimes, someone had
already punched a passenger call button.