With Larry at the controls in the right seat, we began the takeoff. Relaxed but not comatose, I sat back, waiting for the fun to begin for my partner. At 120 knots, about 10 knots below V1, a nasty noise in the form of an electronic bell began to sound in my head. From the far corner of my eye, I could see that a very red light was illuminated. An engine had caught fire. And Larry was not moving. I grinned and shook my head. Larry had probably been told to sit on his hands. "Abort!" I announced.