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“Your own kind can’t read in the dark any better than the boys in blue,” Richard countered. “They won’t see that we’re private and licensed until after they shoot us down, for all the good that’ll do us. ”
“They’re not going to shoot us down. They don’t even know we’re here,” Gates repeated.
This was the moment fate chose to make a liar out of him.
Something struck them, a glancing blow that winged the outer edge of the Zephyr’s port side. The ship rocked and steadied, and the captain took the opportunity to gun the boosters hard—sending everyone slamming back in their seats. “Oh, God,” said one student, and the other gripped his friend’s arm as hard as he gripped the seat’s arm. Neither one of them was smiling anymore.
Mercy grabbed her seat and took a deep breath that she sucked in slow, then let out all at once.
“I thought you were taking us higher!” hollered Richard.
The captain said, “No point in that now, is there? They damned well know we’re—”
Another loud clang—like a brick hitting a cymbal, or a bullet hitting a cooking pot—pinged much louder and much closer, somewhere along the ship’s underbelly.
“Here. They know we’re here,” he finished as he leaned his full, copious weight back, drawing the steering column with him. From her tense position a few rows away, Mercy could see him digging his feet into a pair of pedals beneath the control panel.
“Then what’s the plan?” the Englishman asked, his words snapping together like beads.
The old woman asked, “Who’s shooting at us? Our boys, or theirs?”
And Mercy answered shrilly, “Who cares?”
“I don’t know!” the captain said through clenched teeth. “Either side. Both. Neither one has any way of knowing who we’re flying for, and it’s too dark to see our civvy designation. ”
“Can’t we shine a light on it or something?” Mercy asked.
“We don’t have those kinds of lights,” the captain said. “We left them in Richmond for the next crew flying border territory. ” But something in the hesitation between the words implied he was still pondering them.
A series of hits, small but more accurate, peppered the undercarriage.
The old man started to cry. His wife clutched him around the shoulders.
The students were out of their seats, and the two crewmen from the back came forward, urging them to sit down.
One of these crewmen held out his hands, standing between the cockpit and the passenger area. He said to the captain, though he was watching the passengers, “We have the dual-?light torches. If we could hook a few to the hull, we could show our boys we’re on their side. Get at least one set of shooters off our case. ”
The captain snapped back, “Are you joking? Those things are barely lanterns, and if you unhook them from the power source, they’ll burn for only a few—” He swung the ship hard to the right, responding to some threat Mercy couldn’t see. “—minutes. ”
“It’s better than nothing, ain’t it?” the crewman pressed. “It’ll get us behind our own lines. They’ll see we’re one of theirs, and let us land. ”
“Do you want to be the man who climbs outside and tries to hang them, like a row of goddamned Christmas candles?” The captain was shouting now, but the crewman didn’t flinch.
He nodded. “I’ll do it. I sailed before I took to the air. I’ve dangled from less than our outer hull, sir. ”
Every face was turned to him, except for the man who steered the dark and bouncing ship through the night. They looked at him with hope, and with bewilderment. Even Mercy wanted to tell him he was mad, but she didn’t. Instead she prayed that he was serious.
“You’ll get yourself shot,” the captain told him.
“Or we’ll all of us go down in flames. I don’t mind taking my chances, sir,” he said. Without waiting to be dismissed, he ducked back into the recesses behind the seating area. His fellow mate swung his eyes back and forth, from the authority to his friend.
“Ernie,” he called into the dark place behind the back nook’s curtain. “Ernie, I’ll come with you. I’ll help out. ”
Ernie’s head popped back out, splitting the curtains. His shoulders and torso followed, and his right hand appeared toting a cluster of strangely shaped lanterns that glowed like lightning bugs. Their gleam cast a yellow green glow around the cabin, not so bright that it could be seen from the ground, surely.
The old woman said crossly, “Those things don’t have near enough light. They’ll never reveal our sign from the field. ”
But Ernie said, “Ma’am, they’re turned down low, on purpose. For now. I’ll spark them up when I get outside—and they’ll stay real bright for four or five minutes. They run on an electrical charge, and a static liquid on a set of filaments,” he explained, as if anyone present had the faintest clue what it meant. “When I flip the switch, it’ll light up the whole damn sky, plenty enough for the Rebs to spy us and let us down. Captain,” he said as he changed direction, “get us as far behind our own lines as you can, sir. ”
