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The Aerie One left the farm to drop a passenger somewhere in Greenland, just a few weeks ago.
A couple of hours later, off the coast of Labrador, there was a flashBANG and a sperm whale and a bowl of petunias, falling at a high speed, appeared in mid-air.
Do you know what happens when you hit a state-of-the-art flying fortress in mid-air with a sperm whale?
Zinda and Steph Brown do, now.
By some miracle, they crashed just a little off the coast, and the wind was blowing inland; it was a very pissed-off Steph and a shell-shocked, bruised Zinda whose parachutes dropped them just a few hundred yards out to sea.
"All our stuff!"
"My plane!"
"How are we supposed to get home now?"
"My plane!"
"I think I hate this world."
"MY PLANE!"
It has been a grim few weeks, although not hopeless. Both of them tend to be quite good at surviving, after all. They do not have any equipment, any necessities or any food, and both of them were somewhat thinner when they found, by dint of sticking to the coast and trying very hard not to freeze, a community that might once have been called Cartwright.
Of course nobody had a working telephone. But there are a few people around with food and shelter and warmth, and Zinda and Steph both are more than happy to work for them for a few days in exchange for warmer clothing.
And then ... they're kind of stuck.
"I can't believe nobody in this town has a working comm."
"I can't believe I lost the Aerie."
"They'll be looking for us."
"Damn right they'll be looking for us. But how the hell are they gonna find us? We disappeared off'a sat, radio, everything when the whale hit us. Like lookin' for two needles in a whole world o'haystacks."
"Two cute needles," Steph reminds her, grinning. They're training - Dinah's lessons stuck and it's a good way to stay warm outside - which at the moment is just stretches, warmups. "You know they'll find us."
"Yeah," Zinda agrees, and sighs. "I just don't know when."
A couple of hours later, off the coast of Labrador, there was a flashBANG and a sperm whale and a bowl of petunias, falling at a high speed, appeared in mid-air.
Do you know what happens when you hit a state-of-the-art flying fortress in mid-air with a sperm whale?
Zinda and Steph Brown do, now.
By some miracle, they crashed just a little off the coast, and the wind was blowing inland; it was a very pissed-off Steph and a shell-shocked, bruised Zinda whose parachutes dropped them just a few hundred yards out to sea.
"All our stuff!"
"My plane!"
"How are we supposed to get home now?"
"My plane!"
"I think I hate this world."
"MY PLANE!"
It has been a grim few weeks, although not hopeless. Both of them tend to be quite good at surviving, after all. They do not have any equipment, any necessities or any food, and both of them were somewhat thinner when they found, by dint of sticking to the coast and trying very hard not to freeze, a community that might once have been called Cartwright.
Of course nobody had a working telephone. But there are a few people around with food and shelter and warmth, and Zinda and Steph both are more than happy to work for them for a few days in exchange for warmer clothing.
And then ... they're kind of stuck.
"I can't believe nobody in this town has a working comm."
"I can't believe I lost the Aerie."
"They'll be looking for us."
"Damn right they'll be looking for us. But how the hell are they gonna find us? We disappeared off'a sat, radio, everything when the whale hit us. Like lookin' for two needles in a whole world o'haystacks."
"Two cute needles," Steph reminds her, grinning. They're training - Dinah's lessons stuck and it's a good way to stay warm outside - which at the moment is just stretches, warmups. "You know they'll find us."
"Yeah," Zinda agrees, and sighs. "I just don't know when."