JonDLundyn Parker #2 24
June 15th 2007 08:54
Chapter 24
Ramid Ben-Artim was tired. He had been hand steering his boat when he could stay awake and for brief periods he resorted to the auto helm. The adrenal rush of escaping certain death and the handling of the powerful RIB had worn off and now he was operating on pure body energy which was running on almost empty. He had only taken water and some ships biscuits he had found in an emergency ration pack. The RIB was loaded for the escape of all his original crew but he had not had time to breach the stores. He had twice refuelled at sea to keep up his overall escape speed. Now he was dog tired and this was the time he knew he would make judgement errors that could cost him his life. He needed to rest and to take a long hard look at the C-Map that in conjunction with the on-board GPS was guiding him hopefully home. A small island was on his starboard quarter and there he hoped to tie off to a tree on shore, sleep, eat, refuel and do some navigational sums.
The air conditioning on board Mother Belle was blowing cool air silently through the cabin and living quarters of the dirigible. Lundyn was down to his shorts, his T shirt draped over the back of a chair. Ann was dressed in a body hugging full piece swim suit with a brightly patterned sulu wrapped around her hips. The cool of the air conditioning was making her nipples pert under the lycra of the swim suit. Lundyn had some difficulty concentrating on his surveillance for Ramid’s RIB but he was doing his best. He and Ann had re kindled their passion for each other and during the last few days of the search had interrupted their hunt with such fierce lovemaking the auto controls of the dirigible were almost running on gale force alarm.
Mother Belle Was not just a new generation dirigible she was almost a couple of generations into the future. A top speed of eighty knots with miniature Bell jet engines. The engines swivelled to give her a manoeuvring capability that any helicopter pilot would envy. Her lifting capacity, should she need it, was only governed by the strength of the lifting cables employed. A system of water envelopes on her belly was employed for ballast control and these could be filled and emptied while over water almost at will. The film of the gas envelope was ingrained with solar collectors which provided much of the battery power to run almost all the on-board systems. A stealth capability on the gas and water envelopes, which continued to the accommodation and operations deck was also built in as a test for future military use. She was almost invisible to radar and could run with battery powered engines for days at a time. A military ship on Ann’s father’s drawing boards could hold a crew of three hundred and was designed to circle the globe at two hundred and fifty knots per hour.
Ramid Ben-Artim was tired. He had been hand steering his boat when he could stay awake and for brief periods he resorted to the auto helm. The adrenal rush of escaping certain death and the handling of the powerful RIB had worn off and now he was operating on pure body energy which was running on almost empty. He had only taken water and some ships biscuits he had found in an emergency ration pack. The RIB was loaded for the escape of all his original crew but he had not had time to breach the stores. He had twice refuelled at sea to keep up his overall escape speed. Now he was dog tired and this was the time he knew he would make judgement errors that could cost him his life. He needed to rest and to take a long hard look at the C-Map that in conjunction with the on-board GPS was guiding him hopefully home. A small island was on his starboard quarter and there he hoped to tie off to a tree on shore, sleep, eat, refuel and do some navigational sums.
The air conditioning on board Mother Belle was blowing cool air silently through the cabin and living quarters of the dirigible. Lundyn was down to his shorts, his T shirt draped over the back of a chair. Ann was dressed in a body hugging full piece swim suit with a brightly patterned sulu wrapped around her hips. The cool of the air conditioning was making her nipples pert under the lycra of the swim suit. Lundyn had some difficulty concentrating on his surveillance for Ramid’s RIB but he was doing his best. He and Ann had re kindled their passion for each other and during the last few days of the search had interrupted their hunt with such fierce lovemaking the auto controls of the dirigible were almost running on gale force alarm.
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