Month: February 2013

Over the Southern Ocean, November 5th, late p.m.   “It’s so tempting.” “Mmm?” She didn’t even break off from kissing his stomach. “I just want to test it.” “Me too.” Her mouth continued its odyssey. “Put it in water and see if this arm heals any quicker.” Now Catalina did stop and looked up in frustration. … Read more

Over the Southern Ocean, November 5th, late p.m. Dirk had pulled a few strings, and the plane, with its brace of unwilling passengers, plus a couple of steroid-enhanced cabin crew to ensure their in-flight comfort, had been able to take off in the early hours of the morning, avoiding any prying eyes. Jim’s mood wasn’t … Read more

Over the Scorpion Archipelago, November 5th, late p.m. When Dirk bellowed his instructions about the parachutes down the plane, revealing the determination of the judge to pass sentence, Pete decided to weigh up his options. It appeared to be a rather lob-sided set of scales. The two heavies stepped forward to enforce the instructions. One … Read more

Over the Scorpion Archipelago, November 5th, late p.m. “Just keep flying. I’ll tell you when to land.” It had been worth, well, everything really, all the aggravation, just to see their faces. Jim had reached on reflex for his gun at the sound of the voice behind him, but had seen sense and handed it … Read more