Kev: Delivery Man
Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction, Adventure, Fiction & Literature, Action Suspense
| Author: | R. Richard | ISBN: | 9781311750020 |
| Publisher: | R. Richard | Publication: | May 6, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | R. Richard |
| ISBN: | 9781311750020 |
| Publisher: | R. Richard |
| Publication: | May 6, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
Kev thinks for a moment. He's the new guy. He has a rather vague background. Only his obvious skill and a desperate need on the part of the oil service company has given him a job in the first place. If he can make the flight, he'll be in for as long as he can stay in one place. Kev says, “Let me check the weather myself; call you back.” Kev hangs up the phone and rolls out of bed.
Kev gets up and stalks into the living room of the small house he has rented. He fires up the PC and the TV. The weather service news doesn't look good. However, the weather 'experts' on this backward planet know very little. Kev has set up a weather simulation program on the surprisingly powerful little PC and he begins to feed in the latest data. Kev can see a possible window of opportunity in about an hour. If everything works out properly, he can get in and out with even a little safety margin! Kev mentally notes the key parameters.
Kev calls the dispatcher back and tells him of the conditions. Kev will be willing to try the flight if the chopper is up 100% and the wind conditions hold steady as to direction and no higher than the current speed over the next hour. The dispatcher agrees to get the chopper ready and loaded.
Kev goes back to the bedroom and gets dressed. He has a quick breakfast of the workout food called Metabolol. He drinks enough to fuel him for perhaps a couple of hours at high effort and then he pours the rest from the blender into a plastic, wide mouth bottle. He throws the capped bottle into a duffel bag and the blender container into the dishwasher
Kev then drives out to the facility where the oil company helicopters are kept. The wind buffets Kev's car as he drives along the road. The weather is very bad and doesn't look like getting better any time soon.
Kev arrives at the heliport. The crew has prepared a helicopter, but their looks tell Kev that they don't believe that he's really going to try to fly it in the current weather.
Kev walks out to look at things and the weather abates a little. Kev boards the helicopter, fires it up and does a brief pre-flight, then he's up and off into the storm!
Kev flies across the swamp land and the bayous. He crosses the coastline and flies into the Gulf of Mexico. As Kev flies, the weather continues to worsen.
Kev flies along the heading he's been given and he finally sights the oil-pumping platform. As Kev positions the helicopter the weather looks nasty; very nasty. The wind is strong, swirling and gusting. Trying to land on the little helipad on the oil-pumping platform will be difficult, maybe impossible. Hell, trying to take off again might be impossible.
Kev doesn't waste time thinking about the difficulty. He has only a minute and 27 seconds before he'll have to abort the delivery. He watches the whitecaps in the gulf, upwind of his position. Suddenly, the 'copter is buffeted by unusually strong gusts. Kev fights the 'copter back into balance again and sees the opportunity he has been waiting for. The whitecaps calm a bit out in the gulf and the wind moderates after a couple of more gusts shake the helicopter. Kev puts the 'copter down on the pad; well at least near the pad. He kills the power and yells for the workers to tie the 'copter down. As the rotors shudder to a halt in the once again rising wind, Kev exits the 'copter and begins to add his considerable muscle to the tie down effort. Kev is over seven feet tall and weighs over 300 pounds of well-conditioned muscle. The workers near him begin to watch his efforts and then aid what he's doing. After a while, the 'copter is tied down and the rotors slung. The wind has again risen and it's difficult for a man to keep his feet in the swirling gusts. Kev moves to a cargo door in the chopper, opens it and begins to extract a crate by main strength. The other workers join in and the work crew then takes the crate.
Kev thinks for a moment. He's the new guy. He has a rather vague background. Only his obvious skill and a desperate need on the part of the oil service company has given him a job in the first place. If he can make the flight, he'll be in for as long as he can stay in one place. Kev says, “Let me check the weather myself; call you back.” Kev hangs up the phone and rolls out of bed.
Kev gets up and stalks into the living room of the small house he has rented. He fires up the PC and the TV. The weather service news doesn't look good. However, the weather 'experts' on this backward planet know very little. Kev has set up a weather simulation program on the surprisingly powerful little PC and he begins to feed in the latest data. Kev can see a possible window of opportunity in about an hour. If everything works out properly, he can get in and out with even a little safety margin! Kev mentally notes the key parameters.
Kev calls the dispatcher back and tells him of the conditions. Kev will be willing to try the flight if the chopper is up 100% and the wind conditions hold steady as to direction and no higher than the current speed over the next hour. The dispatcher agrees to get the chopper ready and loaded.
Kev goes back to the bedroom and gets dressed. He has a quick breakfast of the workout food called Metabolol. He drinks enough to fuel him for perhaps a couple of hours at high effort and then he pours the rest from the blender into a plastic, wide mouth bottle. He throws the capped bottle into a duffel bag and the blender container into the dishwasher
Kev then drives out to the facility where the oil company helicopters are kept. The wind buffets Kev's car as he drives along the road. The weather is very bad and doesn't look like getting better any time soon.
Kev arrives at the heliport. The crew has prepared a helicopter, but their looks tell Kev that they don't believe that he's really going to try to fly it in the current weather.
Kev walks out to look at things and the weather abates a little. Kev boards the helicopter, fires it up and does a brief pre-flight, then he's up and off into the storm!
Kev flies across the swamp land and the bayous. He crosses the coastline and flies into the Gulf of Mexico. As Kev flies, the weather continues to worsen.
Kev flies along the heading he's been given and he finally sights the oil-pumping platform. As Kev positions the helicopter the weather looks nasty; very nasty. The wind is strong, swirling and gusting. Trying to land on the little helipad on the oil-pumping platform will be difficult, maybe impossible. Hell, trying to take off again might be impossible.
Kev doesn't waste time thinking about the difficulty. He has only a minute and 27 seconds before he'll have to abort the delivery. He watches the whitecaps in the gulf, upwind of his position. Suddenly, the 'copter is buffeted by unusually strong gusts. Kev fights the 'copter back into balance again and sees the opportunity he has been waiting for. The whitecaps calm a bit out in the gulf and the wind moderates after a couple of more gusts shake the helicopter. Kev puts the 'copter down on the pad; well at least near the pad. He kills the power and yells for the workers to tie the 'copter down. As the rotors shudder to a halt in the once again rising wind, Kev exits the 'copter and begins to add his considerable muscle to the tie down effort. Kev is over seven feet tall and weighs over 300 pounds of well-conditioned muscle. The workers near him begin to watch his efforts and then aid what he's doing. After a while, the 'copter is tied down and the rotors slung. The wind has again risen and it's difficult for a man to keep his feet in the swirling gusts. Kev moves to a cargo door in the chopper, opens it and begins to extract a crate by main strength. The other workers join in and the work crew then takes the crate.
