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“We’re not going to make Sapporo, Japan.” Tim announced.
Jon rather expected that.
“At least a hundred kilometers short.”
“If I dared to climb to over twenty-five thousand feet, I could glide that far to Sapporo except, wait a minute, I don’t have the fuel to climb. As a bonus, as soon as we popped up on their radar, the Russians really would shoot us down.”
“Okay, I vote against that,” Holly could always be counted on for a steady bit of humor.
“Okay, Holly. Any bright ideas? I’m way out of practice on ditching massive cargo planes at sea without killing everyone aboard.”
“I’ll vote against that one,” Tim joined in the game. “The Sea of Japan in March? No way, man. Just no way. I’d freeze my balls off.”
Holly left her seat and began prowling through the cabin, opening drawers a
