FFM 2014: Zero Kobus met the pilot at the local Aviation Club outside Gaborone International Airport. Word about the town had it that this Seboko fellow was the man to speak to if you wanted things done on the sly, so Kobus contacted him under the pretence of needing an illegal shipment sent overland to Europe. As it turned out, for once the word had been right.FFM 2014: Zero34 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They sat at a plastic picnic table outside the single story clubhouse and discussed logistics whilst sipping Windhoek lager, sheltered under the sparse shade of the thorn trees. Two hours later Kobus had everything he needed uploaded onto his pre-frontal hard drive. He stashed the Pilot’s body beneath a tarp in the back of his Isuzu bakkie, and started flipped through the data on the multifaceted vid-display of his octagonal sunglasses, taking stock.
There was some spotty camera footage, recordings of eyewitness accounts, found data, information
The Drop“ALL WHOOPER AND BASENJI CREWS TO THE FLIGHT DECK. ALL WHOOPER AND BASENJI CREWS TO THE FLIGHTDECK. THIS IS NOT A DRILL! REPEAT. THIS IS NOT A DRILL!”The Drop20 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The blare of the shipboard intercom shocked him from a dreamless sleep. Swinging his feet over the side of his bunk he quickly got up. He felt a momentary surge of nausea and disorientation as his sleep addled brain tried to catch up with his reflexive actions. He stumbled into the tiny bathroom attached to his quarters. The sink was already running, and he quickly stuck his head under the freezing water to shake off the last vestiges of sleep.
Finally lucid and alert he ran out into the corridor, not even bothering to get dressed. He ran past deck crews and attendants who only gave him the most casual of glances. Too absorbed in their own tasks. Skidding around a corner he ducked into the Grav Chute at the end of the corridor. A brief hum vibrated through his body before the chute launched him towards the flight