Chapter 100 - The Symmetry of the Centenary

​The dawn over Ottawa International Airport painted the hangars a pale pink hue that reflected off the massive windshields of the Japanese airline's Boeing 777. Sitting in row three of the first-class cabin, Aibek watched through the window as the silhouettes of the de-icing trucks slowly retreated from the aircraft's wings. He wore a comfortable, soft black cotton turtleneck sweatshirt that replaced his federation uniform. In his mind, the images of the previous night were still vibrating.