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S Scientists - Chapter 7

Take off for Delhi! - Chapter 7


The S Team reached the airport by quarter past four and waited for a long time. It was 5 o' clock. Saketh spotted an old man with broad glasses with a mic next to him. He was sitting on a chair.


Saketh cleared his voice and started to talk, "Um, excuse me sir, are you the announcer?" "No, I'm the pilot. I knew you'd think I'm the announcer as I'm sitting on his place, but actually I'm not. I just came here to know the timings of my flight," The old pilot said.


 "Oh, okay. I didn't realize that. By the way, what is your flight timing?" Asked Saketh. "6 o' clock. mine's the Delhi flight," He replied. Saketh then asked, "Flight number 6, is it? I'm Saketh Balaji. Can you spot my name over there in the computer? And also, the web page had told me that the flight's by 4:30 am, may I know why?"


"It is flight number 6. Hmm, let me see if I could find your name, aha! Saketh Bala, is it? Yes, you are there. Wait, are you Saketh Bala or Balaji?" He asked. Saketh replied, "Saketh Balaji," "Saketh Balaji, yes. I found it! And why the web page told that your flight is by 4:30 is because we check if all the people are present by that time," The pilot replied. 


Saketh then nodded his head.


The S Team got bored of waiting. Finally, the people of Flight 6 were sent to the flight, and into their respective rooms.


The flight took off for Delhi. Saketh and his Team were relieved.


The following days were spent in the flight. 

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