“We have clearance for takeoff?” Marten was looking at Brigitte as he climbed into the Cessna. She was sitting at the controls studying navigational charts under a high-intensity cockpit light. Behind her, he could see Anne watching from the darkened cabin. “Yes, sir,” Brigitte said. “Then let’s go.” “Yes, sir,” she said again. Marten slid past her on his way to his seat. As he did he saw the two women exchange glances. “What was that for?” he said as he buckled in. Anne raised an eyebrow. “How long does it take to pee?” Marten grinned. “Sometimes it works right away and sometimes it takes a little coaxing.” Brigitte turned out the cockpit light and the lights of the instrument panel in front of her came to life. There was a sharp whine as she touched the ignition. A second later the port engine caught, then the starboard, and with a roar of propellers the Cessna moved off.
