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TAILWINDS 
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CON [image] TAC

By Themselves 
Con was worried. Worried and lonely. Tac. his little feathered pal, was missing. He had been gone for four days, and careful search of his usual parking placed failed to unearth him. 
"Well," soliloquized Con, "I can't sit here and starve to death. Might as well grave a sandwich at the airport restaurant." He flapped a preparatory wing and turned to face Tac. 
"I'll be darned. How did you get here- and where have you been?" 
"Away," said Tac feebly as he dropped into a corner.
"I know you've been away." 
Con was wrathful now that he knew Tac was safe. "But where?" 
No answer. Tac merely gave him a knowing look.
"I'll bet you went to New York on that Ludington Express," hopefully. 
"No."
[Vertical Line]
"Well," brightening, "maybe you went to Norfolk on the free ride they gave the first day." 
"Wrong again." 
"loosen up, Tac; where have you been?"
Tac glanced affectionately around the airport. 
"Seems as if I'd been gone a month." He was unaware of Con hovering anxiously near. 
"Say, don't tell me you caught a ride south with James Doolittle when he stopped on his way to Mexico City." 
Tac shook his head. He was enjoying himself hugely by his time. 
"Great heavens, you weren't up in the Condor with that robot pilot?" The possibility of such audacity left Con breathless and trembling. 
"No," drawled Tac, "but I've been places and seen things." 
"For instance?" Con settled himself for the yarn he knew was coming. 
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