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The last light of the day had gone. Below the indigo sky the flare paths twinkled green and yellow and threw tiny reflections off the oily skin of the Tarmac. With a shattering roar a DC 7 hurtled down the main lane. The windows in the transit lounge rattled softly. People got up to watch. Bond tired to read their expressions. Did they hope the plane would crash-give them something to watch, something to talk about, something to fill their empty lives? Which way were they willing the sixty passengers? To live or to die? Bond's lips turned down. Cut it out. Stop being so damnd morbit.
