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A few minutes later, he managed to open his eyes. "How are you feeling?" Zeph asked. The pilot's eyes brightened when he realized he was still alive. As if he knew he was running out of time, he wasted none of it. "I'm a pilot from the eastern military base. Service number 92298..."

Calls a tall boy in a black uniform and white hat, “I'll be the pilot who will take you to your new destination.” Yes, starting today, a new cycle begins — for everyone.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

“Amazing. A rocket with no uniform, no license, and definitely violating the air traffic rules of my house.” Zane strolled closer, his steps lazy but deliberate. “This pilot is fully certified,” he murmured, setting Ash, still squealing, on the bar stool. “Thirty thousand flight hours.” “Flying where? Nightclubs?” My eyes darted over his body before I forced them back to the pan. “Put on a shirt, Romano. This is a kitchen, not a Calvin Klein ad campaign.” He picked up a dish towel, wiped away sweat that wasn’t there, and draped it over his shoulder. “I thought you preferred this version. Natural.”

Julian's eyes filled, and for a moment Alessia thought he might actually break down at the small corner table, surrounded by strangers who had no idea what they were witnessing. "There's a pilot," he said, voice barely above a whisper. "Marcus. Marcus Wren. He flew for Sinclair Global for eleven years. He had a wife. Two kids, a little younger than yours." "I know about the pilot. Nikolia told me someone died in the explosion." "Did he tell you why?" Alessia's stomach turned cold. "No."

At least he can help someone struggling with mortgaged piece of land. He doesn’t really think about that three hundred thousand. He even spends hundreds of thousands on five meals sometimes, not often because he’s not a luxurious person. The biggest luxury in his life is his two planes and helicopters. That’s it. He doesn’t spend much on bags, clothes, shoes, and other things. He’s not fond of cars either. He has only three vehicles: a car, an SUV, and a pickup. His heart is truly in spending on an unfulfilled dream—being a pilot and flying his passengers.

‘I don’t carry food on the plane young man, but I can help you with some coins,’ he said lowering his hand into his pocket. With maximum precision, Kelly aimed his punch at the man’s abdomen. The man slumped down and tried to get back at him before his left knuckle completely sent him spiralling to the ground. He had to finish him off fast. He could not risk the confusion of fighting with an old pilot. He had the stamina of youth and so he maximized his advantage. Fifteen minutes later, Kelly was the pilot seated in the cockpit ready to fly out his clients. He had perused through the pockets of the old man and checked his phones

“Well, well, well. The pilot asked you out and didn’t even crash the aircraft. Personal growth.” I roll my eyes, cheeks flushed. “Don’t start.” But I can’t stop smiling.

“To the girl that I love the most in the world, I’m sorry for choosing my work over you a couple of times. Even now, I am commemorating this special day in the airport, but I can’t help it. This is where we first met, and this is where I want all of our happy memories to be together. Teresa Williams, will you do me the honor of calling you mine... forever?” My mouth opened in shock, and I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. Is he fucking proposing? In an airport? And as a pilot who's supposed to be driving me to Haliyah province right now? I wandered my eyes around to see if anyone was agitated like me, but they were all gushing from the

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Get rid of the fucking bomb! As if God has listened to her prayers, she saw the pilot behind the guy. The pilot placed his index on his lips and gestured for them to remain silent. And all of them just trusted the pilot and acted as if he wasn't present behind the bomb-tied guy. After all, what else can they do apart from believing in the pilot? They have zero scope to attack and be alive. Even with the slightest moment from them, the mafia guy was becoming alert and tightening his fingers on the remote.