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SUMMARY: A few moments pause on the way to a mission, and a tribute of sorts.
Their flight had been delayed
three times before they arrived and B.A. was surely furious with waiting for
them by now.† Face was not looking
forward to the predictable tirade on yet another reason flying was a bad idea.† So when he noticed Murdock was no longer
beside him his first reaction was irritation.
Looking around he found the pilot had stopped dead on the spot and was staring out across the airport his head tipped slightly to the side and a attentive look on his face.† Face rolled his eyes.† Should have guessed.
"Murdock, we're late for
our ride here," he prompted.†
"You really want to get B.A. mad?"
a minute."† Murdock stared upwards.
usually Murdock was bounding ahead of the rest of them to be the first into the
van to regale B.A. with tales of their flight.
Murdock flapped a hand impatiently and Face suddenly noticed that
Murdock wasn't the only one stood motionless on the tarmac, staring at the sky.† Face looked around, puzzled, still not sure
what he was supposed to be listening to.†
All he could hear was aircraft engines and Murdock had surely heard
plenty of those before now.
"Aren't we supposed to
be late?" he asked mildly.† Face
shrugged.† Murdock ignored them both as
the noise grew louder.
A boy nearby yelped and
Murdock snapped his head up to look where he was pointing and gave a cry which
sounded almost as shrill and over-excited as the child's. †
Face followed his gaze and
smiled in spite of himself as he saw the source of the reaction.† Against the deep blue of the summer sky, the
gleaming profile of the aircraft was unmistakable.† He glanced back at Murdock who was as rapt as
a worshipper in a cathedral, then to Hannibal who was also watching.
The child who has shouted was
now jumping up and down and shrieking to anyone who would listen,
Everyone was already looking.
Sliding thorough the sky, the
slender shape and graceful descent seemed utterly detached from the jet engine
roar that now drowned out everything else.
Face watched as the plane
seemed to drift downwards, unencumbered by practicalities like mere
gravity.† Yeah right, the cynic in
him said.† That's a hell of a speed
Still there was something
almost animate about the craft, as it settled itself onto the ground to touch
down upon it's own reflection in the shimmering heat
Face firmly dismissed the
obvious comparison with swans and lakes which arrived unprompted,
and tugged at Murdock's arm. "If you're done paying homage, B.A. is
Murdock dragged his gaze away from the taxying aircraft and grinned, starry-eyed at Face.† He didn't say a word, but the grin had still not faded when they reached the parking lot.
Unexpectedly B.A. was standing outside the van, leaning against it and looking completely at ease.† Murdock smiled serenely at him and for once didn't start enthusing about the flight.† He climbed into the can without a word and B.A. gave him a sharp look then glanced back in the direction they'd come.
"I donít fly."† His gaze slid upwards to the now empty
sky.† "But that's some lady."
Murdock stuck his head back out† and beamed at
B.A. gave him shove.† "Get back in there, fool.† You're late!"
Face smiled, shook his head, and joined the now outraged-looking Murdock in the back of the van.
Concorde: 2nd March 1969 - 24th October 2003.† She'll be missed.
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