Drone (excerpt)
Flight 630 at 37,000 feet
12 nautical miles north of
Santa Fe, New Mexico, USA
The flight attendant stepped up to her seat—4E—which had never been her favorite on a 767-300. At least the cabin setup was in the familiar 261-seat, 2-class configuration, currently running at a seventy-three percent load capacity with a standard crew of ten and one ride-along FAA inspector in the cockpit jump seat.
“Excuse me, are you Miranda Chase?”
She nodded.
The attendant made a face that she couldn’t interpret.
A frown? Did that indicate anger?
He turned away before she could consider the possibilities and, without another word, returned to his station at the front of the cabin.
Miranda once again straightened the emergency exit plan that the flight’s vibrations kept shifting ask
