Fix this helicopter. I’ll kiss you right now. The voice cut through the hanger like ice. Jack Hunter looked up from his mop. Still dripping with dirty water. His eyes landed on the Airbus H1 145 sitting under the flood lights, its engine cowling open like a wound. He’d only been looking at it for a few minutes. Out of curiosity, …
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