13
Adrenaline
I dropped out of the sky like a lead bowling ball. Thinking I was right about the suits. Thinking Ling, who’d come up with the plan and sourced the equipment, had some kind of group suicide death wish.
Only as I plummeted head-first away from the plane, the air caught between the wings.
And suddenly, whoosh—I was arrowing at sixty degrees through the sky.
We flew in a single file line. Inge the squadron leader.
The distance from the train and the ground ticked down on the visor in front of my eyes. I followed the vapour trails coming off the tips of Klaus’ wings.
Man, if they could have turned it into a ride, they would have made billions.
We pierced the clouds lying low over summertime Siberia. A face full of white mist and ears full of rock music. Guitars, bass and
