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Just inside the door of the hanger, Max pondered her own next step. She had followed Logan as far as the hanger, trying to figure out what had brought Eyes Only to this unnamed airstrip. She trained her keen eyes on the flight manifest clipboard held by the foreman.
CI FLIGHT # 103
DESTINATION: BANGKOK
DEPARTURE: 14:00 AUGUST 3
Was Logan trying to hop a Cale Industries flight to Thailand? Was that what he was doing down here?
The loading crew had left to take a break outside. Max had watched from her hiding place as Logan had stolen quietly onto the deserted plane. The minutes had ticked by. The flight crew climbed into the cockpit and started the engines. The workers finished their break and began filing back into the hanger.
"Damn it if I'm going to let you have all the fun, Logan," Max said to herself as she made a break for the open rear hatch.
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Inside the plane, Logan stared, exasperated, at the man hidden in the shadows. He had pushed his way up the ramp to the doorway, but the man had retreated beyond the door. Grabbing onto the sides of the doorway, Logan eased his two front wheels over the narrow metal threshold, rolling into the next compartment.
"Please, stop. We don't have much time," Logan stopped in the middle of the room, locking his brakes. The roar of the engines grew steadily louder. The man stepped forward. He had a slight build and moved easily, although Logan suspected he might be a lot older than his movements belied. A black courier bag was slung across his chest. As he reached into his bag, the engines revved and the planed lurched forward. The man was thrown forward against Logan. With brakes still locked, Logan tipped back with the force of the man's weight. He tumbled backwards, but not before catching a glimpse of a gray blur hurtling past him. The blur struck the other man full in the chest knocking him against the steel floor of the plane, ripping the bag from his chest.
"No, Max!" Logan pushed his chair aside, scrambling toward the two figures.
"Wait, Max! That was …" Logan tried to shout over the scream of the engine as Max kicked the man in the head and he lay still.
"That was Mr. Koonikorn," Logan finished. "That was my Bangkok contact that you just kicked in the head."