Originally Posted by Twin Wasp

Michael switched frequency, enabling Robert to speak to their third ground-based communication team.
‘Control, good evening,’ Robert said warmly, ‘Cali Two Zero Seven, climbing through eight hundred feet to four thousand feet, on the WOBUN Three Foxtrot departure.’
Another voice greeted the cockpit via the radio: ‘Cali Two Zero Seven, Departure, good evening. Cross 14 DME from London at flight level six zero.’
‘Roger, Cali Two Zero Seven, Cross the London 14 DME fix at flight level six zero.’