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I needed to keep busy, to keep distracted, so Billy and I asked Yuan to show us around the plane. So far, I had only seen the master suite, lounges, and one of the smaller bedrooms. As we went through the lounge, I told Sam and Tanya they could put the pups in bed if they wanted, so they followed us to the second room and tucked them in. Then we looked at the other bed rooms. There were two on either side of the plane with a bathroom between them, and the fifth was a larger suite in the rear, with its own private bath.
Back in the front lounge, Yuan showed us the elevator and explained that it could drop out of the belly of the plane, allowing us to enter without having to climb stairs or use a jetway. We took it to the second level, and found it exited at the base of the stairway, near the left exit door. We walked through the lounge, past the main stairs, and into a dining room that had a large, central table with seating for 16. On one side were two sofas, and he told us there were retractable tabletops so six could dine there as well. On the other side there was a cabinet with a large television above it. Yuan explained that the dining area was set up to be used as a conference room, and we could connect to the television, for video during a meeting.
We headed farther back and found six rows with four cubicles per row, with seats that could lay flat to make a twin sized bed. Each had a video screen and small desk surface for eating or working. Behind this area were six rows of smaller cubicles, eight to a row. The seats here also could lay flat and they had video screens, but the desk surfaces were smaller, as were the seats. He explained that the first section was similar to Qatar Airlines' first class, while the second section was patterned after British Airways Club World seating.
Behind this section was a spiral stairway that went down to
the garage, or up to the hallway between the rear bedrooms. Past the stairway
was an office space with workstations for 4 people already setup. We went back
forward, and took the spiral stairs down to the crew and kitchen areas. Clint
was busy in the kitchen, helping two others as they cooked. He looked up and
smiled as he said "I'll be serving lunch in about an hour, Greg. You and Billy
will eat, no arguments, understand?"
I smiled as I said "Yes Sir." And gave him a salute.
We walked through the kitchen to find a small lounge, and behind it, bunk beds on both sides, to allow six of the crew to nap. Behind this, we entered a cargo hold that Yuan explained was large enough for two large SUVs, or three smaller cars. There was a rear ramp that lowered, allowing us to drive right in. We walked forward, through the crew area and kitchen, and took the spiral stairs to the center deck.
The cockpit door was open, so I stuck my head in, and was surprised to see Ted sitting in a center seat, near the door with Mickey in a similar seat in the corner, while two humans I didn't know were flying the plane. When I asked him about this, he explained that he had never flown an ACJ-380, and these two were Airbus corporate pilot trainers. He and Mickey would be taking check flights tomorrow, and he showed me the manuals they were studying.
"Do you really need to be certified by someone? You now fly the King of a sovereign nation. Can't I license you?"
Ted said "I wish it were so, but if you plan on flying to the US, or most of Europe, I need to be FAA or EASA certified. Dracul is technically in Europe, so you'll need to work that detail out, but the short answer is no, you can't just certify me."
Mickey added "Just be glad we look like we're in our 30's.
When we renew, it's a pain to go back through flight school and climb the
experience ladder again." I gave him a nasty look as I nodded towards the two
humans. He caught my meaning and laughed. "I'm sorry, Sire, Troy and Victor
know all about us. Ted's been dating Troy off and on since he was 16, and
Victor fed me before flying me off a battlefield in Iraq."
Troy spoke up "Your secret's safe with us, Sire. We've actually discussed
making the change."
I grinned at Mickey as I said "I might have to consider that, Troy. I might find reason to toss one of your students out of the cargo door, if he scares me like that again."
Victor laughed as he said "Can't do that, Sire. We're too high. Tell me when and I'll drop us below 10,000 feet for you."
"You two would fit right in." I pointed towards Ted and
Mickey and asked "Can these two handle this thing while you join me for lunch?"
Troy said "We would be honored, Sire. Thank you."
Ted looked up and asked "Any news from home, Greg?"
"Yeah. Mary's alive, but trapped in the pool house. They found Edward, Patrick,
and Amanda, dead. No word on anyone else yet."
"Any idea what happened?" Mickey asked.
"Way too early to know. Part of me wants to blame Igor and
go after him, but a bigger part of me is saying that he couldn't
have had time to organize and carry out a plan. Unless he had it planned before
the funeral and used that to plant a device of some kind. Tommy's working on
it, and the FBI will be involved."
"Don't give up hope on your mates, Sire. I've seen
humans survive worse, over the years." Victor said.
"Scott and Bea are young and healthy, they could be trapped, just like Mary." Ted added, trying to encourage me.
"Thanks guys. Anything I should know about the flight? Anything I can do?" I said, trying to change the subject.
Troy answered "We should be landing around 3am local time, Sire. And unless you can build a runway in that time, there's nothing you can do. The one on Karpathos is not really long enough for takeoff. I'd like to see another thousand meters on it, if we're going to be flying in and out of there a lot."
"We huh? Did I just hire two more pilots?"
Victor replied "Like Troy said, Sire, we've talked about
making the change, and if we do, there would be no greater honor than flying
our King around."
"I'll be happy to discuss it with you two, but if you keep calling me Sire,
I'll find a single engine cargo plane in Alaska for you to fly. My name is
Greg, use it."
Mickey and Ted roared with laughter as Troy smirked at me and said "Yes Sire."
I just shook my head and left, taking the stairs to the lounge where I found Joshua and the dukes discussing aircraft. George's three aircraft were all personally owned, like he had advised me to do, and he had the perfect mix. The Embraer Lineage 1000 he purchased to replace the G-700 he had given me, a Cessna Citation CJ3+ for shorter travel, around the US, and the Bell 429 that had led to my having the Bell 525. Joan Fabre had an Embraer Praetor 600 that serves his needs worldwide, along with a Sikorski S-71 for short trips, both owned by his businesses. Yuan, it seems, owned large amounts of stock in Airbus, as he had an ACJ-220 and an H-175, both personally owned.
Hasim and Reinhardt were both pilots, and as such, had over a dozen aircraft each. Because they both owned a G-650, Phenom-300, and Bell 429, we decided they would both give these to the crown. They retained personal ownership of the other planes and helicopters because they simply enjoyed flying them. Dimas agreed that his BBJ-MAX8, Citation CJ4, and Bell 429 would go to the crown, and he convinced me that he needed the Beechcraft Baron G58 to navigate the small airfields throughout South America.
Hiroki had his G-650ER for travels outside of Japan, and an Airbus H-175 for all other needs. Sam Houston was a typical Texan, with his BBJ-777, G-650, Citation CJ4, Beechcraft King-Air 360, Baron G58, and Bell-429. Every one, an American made aircraft. He said his businesses would need most of these, but the G-650, CJ4, and Bell would be given to the crown. Sam was also a pilot, and he loved flying his Baron around Texas, so he would keep that personally owned.
My phone rang and I glanced at the screen then said "Hey
Dad, where are you?"
"We just landed in New York and we're on
the Gulfstream now. Mike, David, and the pups will be here within 30 minutes,
then we'll be taking off. Amelia says that should put us
in Athens 8 hours from now. She flew down here and she's
having the other crew move the Phenoms to Boston and Pittsburgh."
"You're not going to Athens, Dad. Tell her to call Ted for the information she
needs."
"Do you have any news? We've
heard nothing, other than Ted giving all the pilots directions, and there was
an explosion at the house. Was anyone hurt?"
"The house is gone. Patrick, Amanda, and Edward are
confirmed dead. Mary was trapped in the pool house, last we heard, but she's ok. Scott, Bea, and the girls are missing, and we don't know who else might be in there."
"You say they're missing, so I'm assuming
you can't reach them through the bond?"
"No, Dad. Billy and I have tried and tried, and they're
just not there. Everyone keeps telling me to keep hoping, but it's hard to do
that, with that huge hole in my soul." I said, as I teared up again.
"Everyone's right,
Son. I'm told that when your mate dies, you feel them
go. If you didn't get a sense of them dying, it's
possible that they are still alive. Are you sure you don't
want me, Opa, and Jack to go help?"
"Derrick and Brandon are there, and the FBI will be there soon. I want everyone
here, Dad. I need to see that you're safe."
"I understand, Greg. We'll be there as soon as we can. Keep us updated, and stay
safe. The world needs you now, more than ever, Sire."
When I hung up, Billy looked up from his phone and said
"They got Grandma out. She had some small cuts, and a broken leg, but all that
will heal in a few hours. The FBI got there just as she was being pulled out,
and the female agent in charge quietly offered to feed her."
I texted this news to Dad, then we went to the office to see if Tommy had
anything. He looked up from the computer screen and said "I was just going to
come get you. Do you really want to see this?"
Billy and I nodded and walked around the desk to view the screen. Tommy clicked
on the live feed from the external garage and we saw what was left of the
house. The main section was gone and there was rock and debris hundreds of feet
out into the driveway and yard. The tower had collapsed, along with most of the
garage wing. Half of the office wing had fallen as well. It looked like my
office was still standing, but the library and conference rooms were a pile of
rock and wood. There were hundreds of people, digging through the rubble carefully
looking for survivors, or standing in lines, handing pieces of debris from one
to the next.
"Any other camera's still working?" Billy asked.
"None that can see the house. Once we recover the computers from your office, we should be able to recover the saved data and that will help us figure out what happened, but until then, we're strictly focused on search and rescue. My guys tell me that Derrick is doing an incredible job. He's brought in the expired blood from all the Pittsburg blood banks, he has two catering trucks on site, and is personally digging through rubble when he can. Over 400 pack members have shown up and he had to turn away another 200. He said they could rotate in later, if there was still a need, but for now, he didn't want too many people risking being hurt."
As Tommy was saying this, we watched as the work stopped and Derrick climbed to the front of the line that lead to where the kitchen was. I saw him kneel, then he quickly stood, turned away, and threw up. He took a minute to wipe his mouth, took a few deep breaths, and motioned for someone to bring him something. Derrick stepped back and I saw two men spreading out a body bag while Derrick pulled out his phone. My phone rang.