Airframe (Page 50)

"No problem at all," Singleton said. "We’ve been flying the N-22 in this country for five years."

"Well, I’ve been hearing from sources that this is an unsafe aircraft," Jennifer said. "You had an engine flameout on the runway at Miami yesterday …"

"Actually, we had a rotor burst. That’s being investigated now." The woman was speaking smoothly, calmly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world for an engine to blow up.

– "rotor burst"!

"Uh-huh," Jennifer said. "I see. But if it’s true your plane has no problems, why is the JAA withholding certification?"

The woman at the other end paused. "I can only give you background on this," she said. "Off the record."

She sounded unsettled, tense.

Good. Getting somewhere.

"There is no problem with the aircraft, Ms. Malone. The issue concerns powerplant. In this country, the plane flies with Pratt and Whitney engines. But the JAA is telling us that if we want to sell the plane in Europe, we’re going to have to equip it with IAE engines."

"IAE?"

"A European consortium that makes engines. Like Airbus. A consortium."

"Uh-huh," Jennifer said

– IAE = consortium Europe

"Now allegedly," Singleton continued, "the JAA wants us to equip the aircraft with the IAE engine to meet European noise and emission standards, which are more stringent than those in the U.S. But the reality is we make airframes, not engines, and we believe the engine decision should be left up to the customer. We install the engine the customer asks for. If they want an IAE, we put an IAE on. If they want a Pratt and Whitney, we put Pratt and Whitney on. They want GE, we put GE on. That’s the way it’s always been in this business. The customer picks the engine. So we consider this an unwarranted regulatory intrusion by the JAA. We’re happy to put on IAE engines, if Lufthansa or Sabena tells us to do it. But we don’t think JAA should dictate the terms of market entry. In other words, the issue has nothing to do with airworthiness."

Listening, Jennifer frowned. "You’re saying it’s a regulatory dispute?"

"Exactly. This is a trading bloc issue. The JAA is trying to force us to use European engines. But if that’s their goal, we think they should force it on the European airlines, not us."

– regulatory dispute!!!

"And why haven’t they forced it on the Europeans?"

"You’d have to ask JAA. But frankly, I imagine they’ve already tried, and been told to go to hell. Aircraft are custom built to the carrier’s specs. The operators choose the engines, the electronics packages, the interior configuration. It’s their choice."

Jennifer was now doodling. She was listening to the tone of the woman’s voice at the other end of the line, trying to sense the emotion. This woman sounded slightly bored, like a schoolteacher at the end of the day. Jennifer detected no tension, no hesitation, no hidden secrets.

Fuck, she thought No story.

She made one last try: she called the National Transportation Safety Board in Washington. She got put through to a man named Kenner in public affairs. "I’m calling about the JAA certification of the N-22." Kenner sounded surprised. "Well, you know, that’s really not our area. You probably want to talk to someone at the FAA."

"Can you give me anything on background?" "Well, FAA aircraft certification is extremely rigorous and has served as the model for foreign regulatory bureaucracies. As long as I can remember, foreign agencies around the world have accepted FAA certification as sufficient. Now the JAA has broken that tradition, and I don’t think it’s any secret why. It’s politics, Ms. Malone. The JAA wants the Americans to use European engines, so they’re threatening to withhold certification. And, of course, Norton’s about to make a sale of N-22s to China, and Airbus wants that sale."

"So the JAA is trashing the plane?"

"Well. They’re certainly raising doubts."

"Legitimate doubts?"

"Not as far as I’m concerned. The N-22’s a good plane. A proven plane. Airbus says they have a brand-new plane; Norton says they have a proven plane. The Chinese are probably going to take the proven product. It’s also somewhat less expensive."

"But is the plane safe?"

"Oh, absolutely."

– NTSB says plane is safe.

Jennifer thanked him, and hung up. She sat back in her chair, and sighed. No story.

Nothing.

Period.

The end.

"Shit," she said.

She punched the intercom. "Deborah," she said. "About this aircraft thing – "

"Are you watching?" Deborah said, squealing.

"Watching what?"

"CNN. It’s un-fucking-believable."

Jennifer grabbed her remote.

EL TORITO RESTAURANT

12:05 P.M.

The El Torito offered acceptable food at a reasonable price, and fifty-two kinds of beer; it was a local favorite of the engineers. The IRT members were all sitting at a center table in the main room, right off the bar. The waitress had taken their order and was leaving, when Kenny Burne said, "So, I hear Edgarton’s got a few problems."

"Don’t we all," Doug Doherty said, reaching for the chips and salsa.

"Marder hates him."

"So what?" Ron Smith said. "Marder hates everybody."

"Yeah but the thing is," Kenny said, "I keep hearing Marder is not going to – "

"Oh Jesus! Look!" Doug Doherty pointed across the room, toward the bar.

They all turned to stare at the television set mounted above the bar. The sound was down, but the image was unmistakable: the interior of a Norton widebody jet, as seen by a badly shaking video camera. Passengers were literally flying through the air, bouncing off luggage racks and wall panels, tumbling over the seats.