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when activated by the button beside his right knee, would instantly
alert Heathrow Control to an emergency and allow them to monitor any
conversation on the flight deck. He lifted his hand away.

"Remove the fuse to the bug circuit." She indicated the correct box
above his head, and he glanced at the captain again, but her voice
stung like the tail of a scorpion: "Do what I tell you." Carefully he
removed the fuse and she relaxed slightly.

"Read your departure clearance," she instructed.

"We are cleared to radar departure on track for Nairobi and an
unrestricted climb to cruise altitude of thirty-nine thousand feet."

"When is your next "operations normal" due?" Operations normal was the
routine report to Nairobi to assure them that the flight was proceeding
as planned.

"In eleven minutes and thirty-five seconds. "The engineer was a young,
dark-haired, rather handsome man with a deep forehead, pale skin and
the quick, efficient manner instilled by his training.

The girl turned to the captain of the Boeing and their gazes locked as
they measured each other. The captain's hair was more grey than black
and cropped close to his big rounded skull. He was bull-necked, and
had the beefy, ruddy face of a farmer or of a butcher but his eyes were
steady and his manner calm and unshakeable. He was a man to watch, the
girl recognized instantly.

"I want you to believe that I am committed entirely to this operation,"
she said, "and that I would welcome the opportunity to sacrifice my
life to my cause." Her dark blue eyes held his without fear, and she
read the first growth of respect in him. That was good,

all part of her careful calculations.

"I believe that," said the Pilot, and nodded once.

"Your duty is to the four hundred and seventeen lives aboard this
aircraft," she went on. He did not have to reply.

They will be safe, just as long as you follow my commands implicitly.
That I promise you."

"Very well."

"Here is our new destination." She handed him a small white
typewritten card. "I want a new course with forecast winds, and a time
of arrival. Your turn onto the new heading to commence immediately
after your next "operations normal" report in-" She glanced back at the