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5
He simply couldn't, Mel Bakersfeld decided, go downtown tonight.
Mel was in his office, in the mezzanine administrative suite. His fingers
drummed thoughtfully on the surface ,of his desk, from where he had been
telephoning, obtaining latest reports on the airport's operating status.
Runway three zero was still out of use, still blocked by the niired
A6reo-Mexican jet. As a result, the general runway availability situation was now critical, and traffic
delays--both in the air and on the ground-were worsening. The possibility
of having to declare the airport closed, some time within the next few
hours, was very real.
Meanwhile, aircraft takeoffs were continuing over Meadowood, which was
a hornet's nest all its own. The airport switchboard, as well as air
traffic control's, was being swamped with bitterly complaining calls from
Meadowood householders-those who were at home. A good many others, Mel
had been informed, were at the protest meeting he had heard about earlier
this evening; and now there was a rumor-which the tower chief had passed
along a few minutes ago-that
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some kind of public demonstration was being
planned, to take place at the airport tonight.
Mel thought glumly: a bunch of demonstrators underfoot was all he needed.
One good thing was that the category three emergency had just been
declared concluded, the air force KC-135 which caused it, having landed
safely. But one emergency ended was no assurance another would not begin.
Mel had not forgotten the vague unease, the presentiment of danger he had
felt while on the airfield an hour ago. The feeling, impossible to define
or justify, still bothered him. Yet even without it, the other cir-
cumstances were enough to require his remaining here.
Cindy, of course-still waiting for him at her charity whingding-would
raise all bell. But she was angry, anyway, because he was going to be
late; he would have to brace himself to absorb the extra wrath as a
result of not appearing at all. He supposed he might as well get Cindy's
first salvo over with. The slip of paper with the downtown number where
he had reached
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