The message was a blank paper crane she called "Louis".
"Louiiis!"
The spirit of Louis first take off had been a shimmy and shakedown that managed to survive a nosedive, just missing her wastepaper basket. Didn’t seem to hurt. After a cursory inspection, airborne early warning and control, Lina S. Berg propped Louis up on the edge of her desk.
“Louis, I think we’re just a couple of shakedowns from your maiden voyage.”
“Hit the sack, you need a good night’s sleep. This is gonna be a long haul.”
“But Louis, where are we headed?”
“Cross the Atlantic. Don’t worry about that. In the meantime, get some shuteye. My tip: rock yourself off somwhere between Herbie Hancock and a bit of Attitude & Orbit Control, and you're bound to fall up into the foothills. Believe me."
Welcome to the banks of the Hatch Hatchy Reservoir!
Further instructions await there.
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