Chapter 5
Hectic on a good day, the Miami airport was a scene. A casual glance around the terminal seemed to confirm the rumors that World Wind had just closed its doors without so much as a list of Helpful Hints for its passengers who might have somewhere they wanted to actually get to. Loud, anxious passengers milled around the ticket counters, shouting questions and curse words at anybody in a uniform—any uniform—with the misfortune to happen by, but the Authorized Personnel Only side of the counters was deserted. There was not a World Wind employee in sight, if such an animal still existed. It was clear that ground personnel had gotten a much less ambiguous communication from the company than had its crews and, as departure time for World Wind’s usual midday bank of flights to the Car
