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''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 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.
''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 got 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 cabin CB pinged — static squelch. Capcom was 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?”


Boone picked up the receiver. “Ah, capcom all is in order. We are just seeing some interference — regular, totally routine stuff, you know, so — er — we are re-routing to approach from the north-west. Ten four, over.”  
Boone picked up the receiver. “Ah, Capcom, we read you ten-four. All is in order. We are just seeing some interference — regular, totally routine stuff, you know, so — er — we are re-routing to approach from the north-west. All good, over.”  


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, Capcom, 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!”
 
“It’s, ah, just a transitory vector, Capcom.”
 
''Transitory vector''? What the hell does ''that'' mean? Your manoeuvre is not in the service catalog, Officer! My [[line manager]] say this is a [[steerco]]-reportable [[operational risk event]] —”


“No, no, Capcom, it is all routine, totally normal. We do this sort of thing all the time. I cleared with Commander, um, Commander Scheisskopf. this morning.”  
“No, no, Capcom, it is all routine, totally normal. We do this sort of thing all the time. I cleared with Commander, um, Commander Scheisskopf. this morning.”  
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“Commander ''who''? Who is this? What’s going on?”
“Commander ''who''? Who is this? What’s going on?”


Boone re-winced. He clocked capcom’s caller ID on the monitor. “Hey, er, hey Maxine? Listen: the channel is getting a bit choppy, okay? We are struggling to maintain secure connection. But rest assured: everything in order. Repeat: everything in order. We got this. Tell Scheisskopf we’re under control. Going dark, over.”  
Boone re-winced. He clocked Capcom’s caller ID on the monitor. “Hey, er, hey Maxine? Listen: the channel is getting a bit choppy, okay? We are struggling to maintain secure connection. But rest assured: everything in order. Repeat: everything in order. We got this. Tell Scheisskopf we’re under control. Going dark, over.”  


“Heinrich? Heinrich?”
“Heinrich? Heinrich?”
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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.  


The timer ticked past 4:15.
''The timer ticked past 4:15.''


Boone’s comlink crackled. “Heads up Boone: you got company.”
Boone’s comlink crackled. “Heads up Boone: you got company.”
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Boone looked out but it was too late. With a single fluid motion Kurzweil vaulted up, leant through the window, baffed Boone across the jaw, and grabbed the wheel.  
Boone looked out but it was too late. With a single fluid motion Kurzweil vaulted up, leant through the window, baffed Boone across the jaw, and grabbed the wheel.  


Boone spat a string of blood. The taste of copper filled his mouth.
Boone spat a jeweled string of blood. A copper taste filled his mouth.


Kurzweil came again, but this time Boone was braced for him. An elbow to the cheek knocked the operations commando back, cracking his head against the stanchion. Boone clamped him, but the Operations man kept swinging. He got Boone by the throat: ''chokehold''. He gripped like a vice. “''NOT … WHILE … I … BREATHE … BOONE''”
Kurzweil came again, but this time Boone was braced for him. An elbow to the cheek knocked the operations commando back, cracking his head against the stanchion. Boone clamped him, but the Operations man kept swinging. He got Boone by the throat: ''chokehold''. He gripped like a vice. “''NOT … WHILE … I … BREATHE … BOONE.''”


The rig veered and fishtailed as they struggled.
The rig veered and fishtailed as they struggled.


The timer ticked past 4:00.
''The timer ticked past 4:00.''


As his air-flow constricted, Boone felt himself going light-headed. He scanned the windshield blearily. ''Where were the dirt-bikes?''. He tried to reach for the wristcom to call them, but Kurzweil’s reach was too long. Kurzweil baffed him again, and somehow hooked a boot on the latch. The door swung wide, with Kurzweil on it. He hauled Boone out by the throat.  
As his air-flow constricted, Boone felt himself going light-headed. He scanned the windshield blearily. ''Where were the dirt-bikes?''. He tried to reach for the wristcom to call them, but Kurzweil’s reach was too long. Kurzweil baffed him again, and somehow hooked a boot on the latch. The door swung wide, with Kurzweil on it. He hauled Boone out by the throat.  
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