Chapter 5

“Elk Pond radio, Elk Pond radio, this is Foxtrot Uniform Kilo Romeo. We’re twelve miles southwest, at eight thousand, inbound, estimated arrival in seventeen minutes, over.”

“Foxtrot Uniform Kilo Romeo, this is Elk Pond radio. Roger. Wind is two-four-zero at one-two favouring runway two-seven. Altimeter is two-nine-nine-eight. No reported conflicting traffic over.”

“Two-nine-nine-eight, runway two-seven, copy that. We’ll call on approach over.”

“Roger thanks. Elk Pond radio, out.”

“Don’t recognize the voice. You passing through, or staying? Over.”

“Hopefully here for the long haul. We’ll see how things go. Out.”

I sat back, hands behind my head, with my headset wrapped around my neck. That pilot had a very sensuous voice. I tried to picture what he looked like, when the airwaves sprang to life again, interrupting my thoughts.

“Fucker, did you hear that voice? Sounds like a hot one.”

“G-boy, where are you? He didn’t mention you in traffic.”