Digital Fortress Chapter 8

The twin-engine Learjet 60 touched down on the scorching runway. immaterial the window, the barren landscape of Spains lower extremadura blurred and then slowed to a crawl.Mr. Becker? a voice crackled. Were here.Becker stood and stretched. After unlatching the overhead compartment, he remembered he had no luggage. on that point had been no time to pack. It didnt matter-hed been promised the trip would be brief, in and out.As the engines breach down, the plane eased out of the sun and into a deserted hangar opposite the main terminal. A moment later the pilot appeared and popped the hatch. Becker tossed endure the last of his cranberry juice, put the glass on the wet bar, and scooped up his shell coat.The pilot pulled a thick manila envelope from his flight suit. I was instructed to give you this. He handed it to Becker. On the front, scrawled in blue pen, were the wrangle KEEP THE CHANGE.Becker thumbed through the thick stack of reddish bills. What the? local anaesthetic curren cy, the pilot offered flatly.I know what it is, Becker stammered. But its its too much. All I need is taxi fare. Becker did the conversion in his head. Whats in here is value thousands of dollarsI have my orders, sir. The pilot turned and hoisted himself back into the cabin. The door slid conclude behind him.Becker stared up at the plane and then down at the money in his hand. After standing a moment in the empty hangar, he put the envelope in his breast pocket, get up his suit coat, and headed out across the runway. It was a strange beginning. Becker pushed it from his mind. With a lilliputian luck hed be back in time to salvage round of his Stone Manor trip with Susan.In and out, he told himself. In and out. in that location was no way he could have known.