Argent looks over at me and grins. He’s sitting in the co-pilot’s chair, to Raven’s right, while I’m squatted down on a jump seat just back of the gap between the two front seats. I’ve never liked being relegated to the back of the bus, and this time’s no different. The Merlin’s got incredible visibility, though. From where I’m sitting, it looks like maybe seventy-five percent of the small plane’s nose is transplast, which means I’ve got a better than one-eighty-degree field of view in the horizontal plane, and more than ninety in the vertical. It feels like being in a fragging bubble hanging eighteen hundred meters in the air.