(i)Vhat mess dees is?(i)
"Okay. Okay. So we can't go back that way."
"She said it was perfectly quiet and still then
"A (i)whoosh(i)?"
"Whatdoesthisguyonlyaskquestions?" The pilot was in shock; all tremors and teeth chattering.
"Like a zipper. Yes, that's what she said. Like a jacket being unzipped and then everything exploded."
"Well, probably not everything."
A hand reached over to prevent the use of field radio.
"We'll ask my father. He always knows what to do."
A man named Viktor barfed in a lunch bag.
"It's been twenty-nine hours."
"It doesn't matter if it's one thousand. We're not going without them."
The rug on the floor creaked lumpy. A shadowy figure emerged and put the rug back neat. "Too neat?" A hoarse voice asked.
"They already made it to Greece."
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