The Agusta helicopter was a frantic dragonfly, its thumping rotors a frantic heartbeat against the vast silent darkness of Lake Geneva. Sabe, his face lit by the soft green glow of the instrument panel he was now hunched over, had taken the co-pilot's headset. His voice was a low, steady stream of technical French and calm insistence, weaving a lie for the young, terrified pilot to parrot into the radio.“Oui, contrôle, un problème de pression hydraulique… Non, pas une urgence, mais nous devons atterrir pour inspection… L’aérodrome privé de Céligny est le plus proche.Yes, control, hydraulic pressure problem… No, not an emergency, but we have to land for inspection… Private airstrip at Céligny, closest one.It was a gamble. A small, private strip meant fewer questions, no official customs, and a chance to disappear before the net Evelyn had cast over the main airport could tighten. Sabe's performance as an MI5 agent had bought them minutes, not hours. The Swiss authorities would verif
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