I could hear the roar of air at the back of the plane from my station. It’s not like the interior of the plane was hermetically sealed. Sure, we had the lab – the poorest excuse for a lab you can imagine – and stuff inside it was sealed. But the air rushed into the rear of the cargo area, anyway. I felt it on my cheek, felt it tug at my ban…
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