Aboard the SS Victoria
Fiction & Literature, Horror, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Mystery & Suspense, Thrillers
| Author: | Mark E. Green | ISBN: | 9781310521652 |
| Publisher: | I2I Publishing | Publication: | May 26, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Mark E. Green |
| ISBN: | 9781310521652 |
| Publisher: | I2I Publishing |
| Publication: | May 26, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
The wind of helicopter’s rotor beats harshly against the waves of the ocean beneath it. They were flying low, below the radar as ordered.
Kate felt the spray of ocean water against her face. It was both refreshing and annoying at the same time. It kept her aware of her surroundings, but no matter where she moved on the helicopter she was getting water on her. She eventually gave in to cleaning her face every few minutes.
“Target is nearly in sight.” Said the pilot’s voice over their headsets. “We should be within drop range in fifteen minutes.”
It was immediately apparent that something other than a power failure had happened on this ship. The smell hit them square in the face. It was the kind of odour that choked you, made it impossible to breathe.
“What the hell is that?” Kate asked, coughing through her words.
“I have no idea.” Terrance said. “But let’s just hope it’s rotting food and not rotting people.” He said.
The wind of helicopter’s rotor beats harshly against the waves of the ocean beneath it. They were flying low, below the radar as ordered.
Kate felt the spray of ocean water against her face. It was both refreshing and annoying at the same time. It kept her aware of her surroundings, but no matter where she moved on the helicopter she was getting water on her. She eventually gave in to cleaning her face every few minutes.
“Target is nearly in sight.” Said the pilot’s voice over their headsets. “We should be within drop range in fifteen minutes.”
It was immediately apparent that something other than a power failure had happened on this ship. The smell hit them square in the face. It was the kind of odour that choked you, made it impossible to breathe.
“What the hell is that?” Kate asked, coughing through her words.
“I have no idea.” Terrance said. “But let’s just hope it’s rotting food and not rotting people.” He said.
