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The driver disappeared head-first out of the cabin. As his boots disappeared, Boone pulled himself into the cockpit, honked the foghorn and hauled the wheel hard right. The great rig began to slowly bear around towards the Operations HQ, slewing sand out over the upturned COO gunship as the centripetal forces kicked in. | The driver disappeared head-first out of the cabin. As his boots disappeared, Boone pulled himself into the cockpit, honked the foghorn and hauled the wheel hard right. The great rig began to slowly bear around towards the Operations HQ, slewing sand out over the upturned COO gunship as the centripetal forces kicked in. | ||
A dirt-bike | A dirt-bike punched through that curtain of flying sand, over the gunship’s lazily spinning wheels, and landed on its rear wheel. Algernon whooped. “Let’s blow this joint, Boonester.” | ||
Boone snarled into his wristcom, “We’re not home yet, | Boone snarled into his wristcom, “We’re not home yet, Algy. Any sign of Georgie”. | ||
Algernon gunned the Kawasaki. | “She’s tangling with the other cruiser.” Algernon gunned the Kawasaki. | ||
The KPI | Boone scanned the trailer behind his cabin: A wall of green LEDs. ''The [[KPI]]s were already primed''. The detonation timer on the dash ticked down: ''5:30 and counting.'' | ||
Boone wrestled with the wheel. The rig groaned and screamed under the colossal Gs as it re-vectored to the north. ''Come on, you brute, come on ...''. The rig leveled up. The Gs eased off. Five clicks yonder, Boone could see operations outpost in the crosshairs, shimmering in the hot desert air. ''Your chickens are coming home to roost, my operational friends.'' He stomped on the metal. The monstrous diesel turbines screamed. The rig thundered forward. | Boone wrestled with the wheel. The rig groaned and screamed under the colossal Gs as it re-vectored to the north. ''Come on, you brute, come on ...''. The rig leveled up. The Gs eased off. Five clicks yonder, Boone could see operations outpost in the crosshairs, shimmering in the hot desert air. ''Your chickens are coming home to roost, my operational friends.'' He stomped on the metal. The monstrous diesel turbines screamed. The rig thundered forward. | ||
The timer ticked past 5:00. | ''The timer ticked past 5:00.'' | ||
''NOT … WHILE … I … BREATHE'' — A bloodied fist grabbed the running board. Kurzweil hung on for his life, for his cause, for his ''honour''. At first, it was all he could do, just to keep his hold and stop | ''NOT … WHILE … I … BREATHE'' — A bloodied fist grabbed the running board. Kurzweil hung on for his life, for his cause, for his ''honour''. At first, it was all he could do, just to keep his hold and stop being swept beneath the monstrous wheels as they pounded against the dirt, inches from his ear. He clenched his buttocks as the dirt roadway grated and pummeled him all over. | ||
But slowly, he hauled himself back into the game. He got a second hold. He fist-jammed in the wheel-arch. He executed a switch-grip, squirrel-jumped onto the grille, dragged himself up onto the hood, heel-hooked and established a firm boot-hold on the chassis. He clambered up like a limpet He edged around the towards cabin door. ''NOT … WHILE … I … BREATHE.'' | But slowly, he hauled himself back into the game. He got a second hold. He fist-jammed in the wheel-arch. He executed a switch-grip, squirrel-jumped onto the grille, dragged himself up onto the hood, heel-hooked and established a firm boot-hold on the chassis. He clambered up like a limpet He edged around the towards cabin door. ''NOT … WHILE … I … BREATHE.'' | ||
The timer ticked past 4:45. | ''The timer ticked past 4:45.'' | ||
The CB in the cabin pinged. Capcom sounded rattled. “Hey, Kurzweil do you read? We see your vector heading north. Please account for the deviation. What’s going on? Is everything in order?” | The CB in the cabin pinged. Capcom sounded rattled. “Hey, Kurzweil do you read? We see your vector heading north. Please account for the deviation. What’s going on? Is everything in order?” | ||
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There was a pause before capcom clicked back in. “Heinrich, is that you?” | There was a pause before capcom clicked back in. “Heinrich, is that you?” | ||
“Er, yeah, of course it is. ''Ja'', I mean. ''Ja'', hier ist Kurzweil.” Boone winced. | “Er, yeah, Capcom, of course it is. ''Ja'', I mean. ''Ja'', hier ist Kurzweil.” Boone winced. | ||
“But you seem to be heading straight ''at us''! This manoeuvre isn’t in the playbook! My [[line manager]] say this is a [[steerco]]-reportable [[operational risk event]] —” | “But you seem to be heading straight ''at us''! This manoeuvre isn’t in the playbook! My [[line manager]] say this is a [[steerco]]-reportable [[operational risk event]] —” | ||
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Boone clicked off the receiver. “That was getting boring,” he muttered. | Boone clicked off the receiver. “That was getting boring,” he muttered. | ||
The timer ticked past 4:30. | ''The timer ticked past 4:30.'' | ||
The rig roared. Kurzweil snagged a crimp on the aerial mount. He traversed along the running board, edging with his toes, keeping his weight balanced. He ducked his head beneath the overhang, below Boone’s sightline out of the window. | The rig roared. Kurzweil snagged a crimp on the aerial mount. He traversed along the running board, edging with his toes, keeping his weight balanced. He ducked his head beneath the overhang, below Boone’s sightline out of the window. | ||