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Thursday, February 9, 2:30 p.m. Tracy Industries Hangar, Heathrow Airport.

Christopher sipped at his tea, and nervously looked at his watch again.

"Come on," he muttered, "this is only the owner and big man of the company you work for. How bad could it be?" He sipped again, squinting to see a dot in the sky. "I'm not sure."

Tin-Tin asked for clearance to land from Heathrow Control. Her Ladybird jet had made the trip from the Island in good time.

Hmm. Christopher Jordan. A pilot. I hope he'll be capable of handling Thunderbird One.

Christopher watched the dot get larger, and he soon saw that it was one of the newer TI Ladybird jets. He'd always wanted to fly one. Finishing his tea, he picked up his bag and wandered closer to see the plane land.

Tin-Tin taxied her jet towards the Tracy Industries' hangar. There was a man waiting on the tarmac, a bag beside him.

That must be Mr. Jordan. I'll need to refuel and freshen up before we return. I hope he can be patient; he looks raring to go!

Christopher watched as the jet taxied to a standstill.

"Very nice," he said to himself, "very nice indeed." The nervousness that he had since earlier that morning was receding slightly, but it was still there. He waited for the pilot to emerge.

Tin-Tin opened the pilot's door and clambered out, trying to look graceful as she did. She noticed the man's eyes roving up and down the fuselage of the plane in an admiring way. Then their eyes met, and he shuffled his feet a bit.

"Hello," she said, approaching with hand outstretched. "I am Tin-Tin Kyrano."

Christopher took the proffered hand. Her grip was firm. "I'm Christopher," he said, "Christopher Jordan. Very pleased to meet you."

"I like your jet." He smiled. "A Ladybird isn't it? I've never flown one of those."

Tin-Tin smiled back. "Thank you very much. Yes, she's a Ladybird. Handles like a dream." She paused. "Do you have the printout of your email for me?"

Christopher rifled in his bag and pulled out a slightly crumpled piece of paper. He handed it to Tin-Tin. "There you go. Anything I can do for you?"

"No, not at the moment. Let's get your bag stowed. I need to get this baby refueled and freshen up a bit myself before we fly out of here," Tin-Tin explained, stretching.

"That's okay." Christopher smiled his widest smile. "Would you like a tea?"

"Actually, I would like some tea. Where can we get some around here? Does the hangar have a snack room? Or will we have to truck back to the main terminal?" Tin-Tin asked. "I've not been out to the Heathrow hangar often. Usually when we fly into England, we land at a friend's airstrip."

"Well," Christopher said, pointing the way to the TI lounge, "we have some top notch catering facilities. Follow me," he said. "We have a shower with fresh towels, too. I remember that Mr Tracy got that put in."

Tin-Tin chuckled. "I should have realized that Mr. Tracy would have his hangars fully equipped for the comfort of his executives."

"He did that for his on-call pilots, too," Christopher grinned as he opened the door into the lounge. He made some tea while Tin-Tin was freshening up.

When Tin-Tin had washed her face and used the comfortable facilities, she accepted a cup of tea from Christopher and sipped it. "Very good. You make very good tea. Almost as good as my father does."

"I cannot take all the credit for that tea." Christopher grinned. "I had some help from PG Tips."

Christopher looked at Tin-Tin intently. "You are a excellent pilot, like my girlfriend"

"It must be nice to have a shared interest in a relationship," Tin-Tin said with a touch of wistfulness. "Are you and the lady engaged?"

"Not yet," Christopher sighed. "Although I'm going to try and pop the question soon. Anna is very busy; she flies those next generation passenger jets."

"Oh, then she is very skilled to handle those planes," Tin-Tin commented, still sipping her tea and picking up a pastry as well. Have to watch the waistline, but one pastry won't hurt. I'll need the sugar energy on the way back.

"Yes, considering she was a model before she retrained." Christopher chuckled. "What do you do in the Tracy set-up?"

"Me? Oh, I'm an engineer. Technical assistant to the head engineer, really. And a fill-in pilot when the family needs one," Tin-Tin said modestly. "You said your girlfriend was a model? I have a friend who has done some modeling. Who did your girlfriend model for?"

"She was on the cover of Vogue 4 years ago," Christopher said after some thought, "and she modeled for Francesco Pierria. Her name is Anna Marchant."

"Oh! I remember Anna. She modeled for François Lemaire as well, didn't she? My friend modeled for him."

"We have some things in common, then," Christopher said. "Well, I'm ready to go. I'm nervous enough as it is, meeting the head of the company."

Tin-Tin finished her tea and wiped her hands to remove the stickiness of the pastry. "I'm ready to go, too. The plane should be refueled by now and I can do a quick preflight check, then we'll be off." She smiled at him. "You really don't need to be nervous. Mr. Tracy doesn't bite."

"Thanks," Christopher said. "Although I do remember meeting Scott Tracy once when he was in the USAF. He was over here to give the new RAF strike fighters the once over. He was an imposing figure."

Tin-Tin laughed. "Don't tell him that, he'd never live it down! His brothers would tease him mercilessly. Well, shall we go?"

"Certainly." Christopher stood up, holding out a hand for Tin-Tin, "After you."

Hmm. An officer and a gentleman, Tin-Tin thought. He's a refreshing change from the full-of-themselves fly boys I normally meet... one in particular.

Christopher followed Tin-Tin out to where the jet was sitting, and helped her board. "Where shall I sit?"

'You can take the copilot's seat so we can chat some more," Tin-Tin said as she signed the security officer's data padd.

Christopher looked surprised. "Thank you!" He eased himself into the co-pilot seat and whistled to himself as he gazed at all the new technology in front of him. "You know," he mused, "I've never been to Kansas before."

"Oh, we're not going to Kansas," Tin-Tin said with a twinkle in her eye.

"Pardon?" Christopher looked perplexed. "Then where are we going?"

"You'll see very soon," Tin-Tin answered with a grin as she asked for take-off clearance from Heathrow Control.

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