“I don't care what the airlines say, there is no such thing as a non-stop flight.”
“This is a nonstop flight to New York. Thank you for flying Cuelebre Airlines."You're not funny!" she screamed out loud. Dragon laughter filled her head.”
“Good, I thought, relieved. At least I’d actually gotten the flight right. Getting her schedule had turned out to be a challenge. It had taken over a week of calling in favors, in fact, and that was with me knowing the CEO of her airline personally. The comings and goings of airline employees were well-guarded, I had learned.”
“Come on, Beamer! I beheaded you for your own good.”
“There's a dead guy on our floor," Tom pointed out."Yeah, that's Beamer, our neighbor." Vik stepped over Tom's bed, and kicked open a drawer beneath the mattress. He swept down and yanked out a bundle of fabric. "Here's your uniform.""There's a dead Beamer on our floor," Tom said again.”