"Yes, in Russian. Slow down and let them have a peak, Carl."

Carl grinned, "Give 'em my ex-wife's phone number too. She can tell them all about the drug company."

Jackie laughed. She watched the news chopper make one complete circle around them, then held on while Carl sharply banked and darted northeast. She glanced back at her passenger, then noticed the red light flashing on the corner of the lower right hand screen and quickly answered, "Mister Cole, I nearly forgot about you."

"How is she? I'm out of my mind with worry."

"She's doing pretty good, all things considered. She walked around a little more and her heart rate is steady. She's with two other people and they've got water. Did you make the arrangements?"

Evan Cole stood in front of sliding glass windows in the top floor honeymoon suite of a Vancouver, British Columbia hotel, "Everything is all set. I've reserved several rooms, the hotel has a landing pad on the roof and the Canadians are more than willing to help with all the equipment and fuel you need."

"Good. We've got a passenger to drop ..."

"I know. I've been watching pictures of the rescue on TV. They're calling you the Blue Angel."

Jackie puffed her cheeks and let out a slow breath, "Oh great. Evan, can you make sure the press doesn't get in the hotel? What we need most is rest."