Chapter 13


    Local Date: 17-JUN-11


    City: CASTLE ROCK


    State: WA


    Airport Name: PORTLAND HELIPORT


    Event Type: INCIDENT


    Mid Air Collision: NOT A MIDAIR


    AIRCRAFT INFORMATION


    Aircraft Damage: SUBSTANTIAL


    Aircraft Make: EURCPT


    Aircraft Model: EC-135


    Aircraft Series: EC-135-P2


    Airframe Hrs: 1470


    Operator: GEH INC


    Type of Operation: AIR TAXI/COMMUTER


    Registration Nbr: N124CT


    Total Aboard: 2


    Fatalities: 0


    Injuries: 0


    Aircraft Weight ss: UNDER 12501 LBS


    Number of Engines: 2


    Engine Make: TURBOM


    Engine Model: ARRIUS 2B2


    ENVIRONMENTAL/OPERATIONS INFO


    Primary Fight Conditions: VISUAL FLIGHT RULES


    Secondary Flight Conditions: WEATHER NOT A FACTOR


    Flight n Filed: YES


    PILOT IN COMMAND


    Pilot Certificate: COMMERCIAL PILOT


    Pilot Rating: ROTORCRAFT/HELICOPTER


    Pilot Qualification: QUALIFIED


    Flight Time Total Hours: 1180


    Total in Make/Model: 860


    Total in Last 90 Days: 28


    EVENT REMARKS


    ON JUNE 17, 2011, AT APPROXIMATELY 14:20 PT, AN EC-135, N124CT, OWNED AND OPERATED


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    BY GREY ENTERPRISES HOLDINGS INC, HAD A MAJOR INCIDENT. THE AIRCRAFT WAS


    STABLE WHEN THE AIRCRAFT SUDDENLY PITCHED AND THE #1 ENGINE FIRE-LIGHT


    ILLUMINATED. THE PILOT SECURED THE #1 ENGINE WITH THE FIRE BOTTLE AND ATTEMPTED


    TO RETURN TO SEA-TAC ON THE REMAINING ENGINE. #2 ENGINE FIRE-LIGHT ILLUMINATED.


    THE PILOT MADE AN EMERGENCY LANDING AT THE SOUTH-EAST CORNER OF SILVER LAKE.


    ON LANDING THE PILOT DEPLOYED THE SECOND FIRE BOTTLE AND SHUTDOWN AND


    EVACUATED THE AIRCRAFT. NO INJURIES WERE REPORTED. THE PILOT DEPLOYED THE


    ONBOARD PORTABLE FIRE EXTINGUISHER. THE AIRCRAFT MANUFACTURER IS EXAMINING


    THE AIRCRAFT ENGINES AND THE INITIAL ASSESSMENT IS THAT THE DAMAGE IS


    SUSPICIOUS AND MAY BE A RESULT OF MALICIOUS INTERFERENCE. THE NTSB WILL


    REQUIRE FURTHER REVIEW.


    In my office, Welch, Taylor, and I pore over the report. Welch’s grizzled face is craggier than ever in the


    harsh morning light, his expression grim. “At the moment, the NTSB only suspects sabotage, but we


    should proceed as if there was malicious interference. To that end, we’ve checked through all the


    CCTV footage at the helipad in Pornd and found no suspicious activity.” He shuffles in his chair and


    clears his throat. “However, there’s an issue in the GEH hangar at Boeing Field.”


    Oh?


    “Two of the cameras were inoperative, so we don’t haveplete coverage.”


    “What! How did that happen?” What the fuck do I pay these people for?


    “We’re endeavoring to find out,” Welch answers, his voice deep and gravelly like an old car exhaust.


    “It’s a major breach.”


    No shit, Sherlock. “Who’s responsible?”


    “There’s a rolling shift system. So, it’s down to four or five people.”


    “If they’re found to be negligent, they’re fired. All of them.”


    “Sir.” He nces at Taylor.


    “At present, we have no leads as to who’s behind this,” Taylor says.


    “There’s going to be a forensic examination of the aircraft,” Welch adds. “My hope is that they’ll turn


    something up.”


    “I want more than fucking hope!” I raise my voice.


    “Yes, sir.” Both men speak at the same time. Each of them looks contrite.


    Hell. It’s not their fault. Grey. Get a grip.


    I continue in a more measured tone. “Find out who fucked up at the hangar. Fire them. And as soon as


    we have an idea of what urred, I want to know. In the meantime, make sure the jet’s secured and


    it’s safe.”


    “Yes, sir,” Taylor says.


    “We’re on it,” Welch growls. He’s pissed. He should be, this has happened on his watch. “The National


    Transportation Safety Board is all over this and I expect they’ll briefw enforcement as their inquiries


    continue and, if appropriate, invite them to investigate in parallel. I’ll circle back with the NTSB to


    confirm this.”


    “The police?” I ask.


    “No. It’ll be the FBI.”


    “Okay. Maybe they’ll find something. Where are we with backup close protection?” I ask Taylor.


    “Both Reynolds and Ryan are avable and will start today.”


    “I want to keep Anastasia out of this. She doesn’t need the worry. And I want to see the shortlist of who


    might be behind this. I have to say I’m at a loss.”


    “My team ispiling a list of potential suspects,” Welch says.


    “I’ll do the same.”


    “Sir, now that this is on the FAA site, the press may pick it up and start asking questions,” Taylor says.


    Shit. “You’re right. You can brief Sam now. I’ll get him up here.”


    “Will do,” he responds.


    If this is going public, I have to tell Ana, too.


    How the hell did wee to this?


    Sabotage!


    I do not need this shit right now.


    I leave the two men discussing likely suspects and poke my head out of the door. Andrea looks up from


    herputer. “Mr. Grey?”


    “Ask Sam and Ros to join us.”


    “Will do.”


    There’s a knock on my office door. It’s Andrea. “Would you like more coffee?” she asks.


    “Please.”


    On myputer screen is a list of all the acquisitions I’ve made since I started mypany. I’m going


    through each one to see if I can find any potential suspects. So far I’ve drawn a nk; it’s depressing.


    Deep down I’m worried about Ana—if someone wants to hurt me, she could end up as coteral


    damage. How could I live with myself if that was the case?


    “Latte?”


    “No. ck. Strong.”


    “Yes, sir.” She closes the door and an e-mail pops up from my girl.


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