'I guess she doesn't understand technology and money transfer...' Seeing that Camilla didn't get his joke, he shook his head and brought the Bombardier down through the cloud layer.
The polar mastery of the earlier takeoff was not needed here. Inksea's private strip was a properly surfaced runway that ran along the north edge of the island, edged by low dune grass and the pale blue of the shallow coastal water. Stan set the aircraft on final approach with the calm, methodical grace of a pilot whose installed skill treated a paved runway as a courtesy the world had extended to him.
The landing gear touched down with a soft double chirp.
The airframe settled.
The reverse thrust engaged with a controlled roar, bled off the excess speed, and released. Stan taxied the aircraft off the active runway and onto the taxi line that ran parallel to the terminal.
