Cannon undid his belt and handed it to Iseabail, ducking out from behind the engine to remind the remaining Russians what a bad idea it would be to come any closer. “Get across,” he said. “An’ wha’ about you?” “I … Continue reading
“They’re here!” Iseabail cried. Cannon had abandoned his position by the door, and now crouched behind the engine block, leaning out to exchange fire with a trio of Soviet torpedoes. A fourth gunman sprawled just inside the engine car, at … Continue reading
“There!” Emma called. A long line of white smoke, stirred into whirling eddies and vortices by the zeppelin’s propeller wash, stretched from one of gondolas along its side. “Third engine car back, this side.” Choufeng made no response, but pulled … Continue reading
Emma settled a headset over her ears, bent the microphone into place, and plugged the cable into a box on the fuselage. “How are we supposed to find the skipper?” she wondered. “He will signal,” Choufeng replied. “How?” There was … Continue reading
Iseabail became aware of a snapping sound, and looked up. Cannon, glowering impatiently, withdrew his hand from its place next to her ear. “Sorry,” she said. “Money’s distractin’.” “The rest of this is worth ten times what Lachapelle owes us, … Continue reading
Cannon padded along the catwalk. Further forward, behind them, came the sound of boots rattling on steel. He flattened himself against the bulkhead behind him. Iseabail scrambled to follow suit, but the Russians were going the other direction. Nobody seemed … Continue reading
Cannon swung his legs over the catwalk railing and landed as quietly as he could. He pointed his Mauser toward the centerline along the catwalk and waited. No Russians appeared in his sights, so he tucked the pistol back into … Continue reading
“This is no’ better than sneakin’ along the catwalks,” Iseabail groused. Cannon unfolded the deck plan tucked in his waistcoat pocket and studied it. He pointed aft. “All we have to do is get to that catwalk.” Iseabail squinted, then … Continue reading
Out the pane of bulletproof glass in front of her, Emma could just see the Red Banner running at full speed due west. Inconstant tailed the Soviet airship by a good five miles. Southwest of both zeppelins, the sun sank … Continue reading
Volkov looked up. “You are not archaeologists.” Cannon lowered his pistol incrementally. “Pirates, actually.” Volkov nodded. “Is very valuable item in my—” “Yes, the idol.” Cannon waved the Mauser as he spoke. “That’s what we’re here for. You went and … Continue reading
