"I don't think they knew each other very well at all. From what I've pieced together since I've been here, it was more a step-sibling? Maybe?"

He grinned. "I'm not as good as he is," he said bashfully. "The way he flies--it's like dancing. He does it effortlessly and doesn't realize that what he does is impossible for the rest of us. Having him flying freight--these ugly, slow, hunks of junk -- it's an insult to pilots."