[i]This weekend, I worked on two character studies for my next story, and I’ll be running them instead of Nathaniel Cannon content as I wrap up the latter. -Fish[/i] “Stop, thief!” the man shouted. Sif risked a glance over her … Continue reading
“How are we doing?” Cannon shouted over his shoulder at the cab. “Halfway there!” Masaracchia called. “Another truck’s coming, skipper!” Burr raised her machine pistol and fired a short burst. Looking behind himself, Cannon saw his machine gun teetering on … Continue reading
Choufeng clicked his microphone and pulled past Hendersen, then led him in a knife-edge turn, lining up on a row of British fighters parked on the tarmac. Choufeng’s wing sprouted columns of white smoke as his rockets leaped off their … Continue reading
“That’s your idea of a plan?” Masaracchia said. “I don’t know whether this truck can even do ninety miles per hour.” “I’m more worried about the timing,” Cannon replied, voice raised over the roar of the engine and the rattle … Continue reading
Emma hunched over the Albatross’ radio console, pressing the headphones against her ear. “Whiskey One copies, skipper, but that’s really your plan? Over.” Lecocq glanced over his shoulder. “How crazy can it be, after that Soviet zeppelin?” Emma turned a … Continue reading
“There ought to be ten.” Iseabail rooted around in the crate. “For a pretend monk, you’re na bad.” The truck shot out into a wide thoroughfare. Tires screeched as cars skidded to avoid it. Cannon braced himself for the crash, … Continue reading
Cannon scrambled up to the cab, leaning over the crate, and rapped on the window. “They’ll be coming after us now!” Masaracchia leaned sideways in the cab, feeling around on the floor. he looked down, and then, before Cannon could … Continue reading
Cannon let out a sigh of relief and keyed the mic again. “Whiskey flight, we’ve got a little Tommy problem developing. Over.” He slung the radio pack over one shoulder and took di Giacomo’s hand up into the bed of … Continue reading
Marcel Lecocq checked the gauges in Inconstant‘s other Albatross. With a little luck, he wouldn’t have to worry about getting any holes in this plane. His escorts would go a ways toward guaranteeing that—Joe had sent four Kestrels and a … Continue reading
Masaracchia looked between them quickly. “I don’t see your point.” “Well, brother monk,” said Cannon, “we know you’re no monk. Right?” “Right,” said Burr. “Nae monk carries hi’self like tha’.” “Pietro?” Masaracchia’s voice held a pleading note. di Giacomo shook … Continue reading
