“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your future captain speaking,” Arion’s voice says smoothly over the intercom, causing Emit to roll his eyes and Damien to release a small groan. “It’s apparently a lot quicker to cross the Atlantic in this era, so the trip time will be considerably shorter than it was the last time I personally made it.” “Get off the fucking coms,” I hear Vance say in the background. “Just drive the plane and—” The speaker cuts off, and I shake my head. “Men to boys,” I mutter under my breath.
