Chapter 6
The storm roared, and the tiny ship bounced wildly through the sky. The wind was deafening, yet through the terrible howling a voice could almost be heard.
“…aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!”
Miles’ scream was certainly audible from inside the ship, the unfortunate place that Jonesy now found himself.
“Miles! Shut the fuck up, man! I’ve gotta focus on this shit if you want to live!”
“You mean I’m not dead yet?! I thought I was already in Hell!”
Jonesy wasn’t going to argue Miles’ point. This was one of the worst storms he had ever flown. Of course, he usually tried to avoid going out in storms.
The ship rocked and vibrated as the Geo Grounder did its best to remind them that the ground was down. Occasionally it would fail, and Jonesy could watch as Miles’ hair pointed up towards the ceiling. Jonesy still loved the feeling of riding the wind currents, but he also knew they could smash into an obstacle at any moment. With no windows or visuals in the thick rain of the storm, death would come without warning.
A green sensor blinked and chimed suddenly.
“What does that mean!” yelled Miles over the alarm.
“Calm down. We just absorbed a lightning strike.” Jonesy was flipping switches wildly.
“Why are you flipping all those?! Did something go wrong?” Miles’ eyes were wide, and his head was swimming as he tried to resist the sudden gravitational changes.
“Miles, listen to me. Relax. The seat will keep you from any whiplash; the more you resist it, the worse you’ll feel later. The lightning helps us, remember? It’s adding power to the ship, so we can afford to divert more to the Geo Grounder.”
“That means we won’t be upside down right?”
Jonesy nodded as he returned to the switchboard. There were no visual monitors, but Tracy had a digital map display that charted the approximate position of the ship in relation to downtown. They were nearly there.
“Assuming no more major current changes, and no disastrous accidents, we should be there in about ten minutes.” Jonesy announced.
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