Kaeti On Tour
“‘Don’t touch a thing,’ Toby had told her. ‘Remember, she’ll be live; so don’t touch anything. It’ll give you the feel of it though.’ He’d taken a fat cable at that, plugged it into a socket on the side of the little machine; and the dials in front of her lit up, the whole cockpit started to hum and buzz. At that precise moment a devilish hammering and banging sounded across the airfield. It came from the next hangar in line; it sounded as if King Kong was loose inside with a brace of sledgehamm...ers. ‘Christ,’ said Toby. He crammed his beret more firmly on his head and took to his heels.
Kaeti had watched him go, turning her nose up slightly. They’d had a bomb scare at the last base he’d been at; some fool left an unattended car slap outside the sergeants’ mess. It had been removed to the pound with commendable speed; it had still been a nasty couple of minutes though. Sitting by the windows with your back hair prickling, wanting to hit the deck, scared to be the first.MoreLess
Kaeti had watched him go, turning her nose up slightly. They’d had a bomb scare at the last base he’d been at; some fool left an unattended car slap outside the sergeants’ mess. It had been removed to the pound with commendable speed; it had still been a nasty couple of minutes though. Sitting by the windows with your back hair prickling, wanting to hit the deck, scared to be the first.MoreLess
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