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The Seventh Scroll - Smith Wilbur - Страница 108
had fallen into Jannie Badenhorst's hands.
"Does that thing still fly?" Royan asked, as she looked at it standing
forlornly in a back corner of the Valletta airfield. Its drooping belly
gave it the air of a sad old streetwalker who had been put out of
business by an unexpected and unlooked-for pregnancy.
Jannie keeps it looking that way deliberately," Nicholas assured her.
"The places that he flies to, it's best not to draw envious eyes."
"He certainly succeeds."
"But both Jannie and Fred are first-rate aero-engineers, Between them
they keep Big Dolly perfect under her engine cowlings.
"Big Dolly?"
"Dolly Parton. Jannie is an avid fan." The taxi dropped them and their
meagre luggage outside the side door of the hangar, and Nicholas paid
the driver while Royan thrust her hands -into the pockets of her anorak
and shivered in the cold wind off the Mediterranean.
"There's Jannie now." Nicholas pointed to the bulky figure in greasy
brown overalls coming down the loading ramp of the Hercules. He saw them
and jumped down off the ramp.
"Hello, man! I was beginning to give up on you," he said as he came
shambling across the tarmac. He looked like a rugby player, as he had
been in his youth, and the slight limp was from an old playing-field
injury.
"We were late leaving Heathrow. Strike by French air traffic control.
The joys of international travel," Nicholas told him, and then
introduced Royan.
"Come and meet my new secretary," Jannie invited.
She may even give you a cup of coffee."
He led them through a wicket in the main hangar door and into the
cavernous interior. There was a small office cubicle beside the entrance
with a sign over the door saying Africair' and the company logo of a
winged battleaxe.
Mara, Jannie's new secretary, was a Maltese lady only a few years
younger than himself. What she lacked in youth and beauty she fully made
up for across the chest.
"Jannie likes them mature and with plenty of top hamper," Nicholas
murmured to Royan from the side of his mouth.
Mara gave them coffee, while Jannie went over his flight plan with
Nicholas.
"It's a little complicated," he apologized. "As you can imagine, we will
have to do a bit of ducking and diving.
Muammar Gadaffi is not wallowing in affection for me at the moment, so
I' rather not overfly any of his territory.
We will be going in through Egypt, but without landing there." He
pointed out their flight path on the maps spread over his desk.
"Bit of a problem over the Sudan. They are having a little civil war
there." He winked at Nicholas. I However, the northern government are
not equipped with the most up-to'date radar in the world. Lot of old
Russian reject stuff. It's an enormous bit of country, and Fred and I
have worked out their blank spots. We will be keeping well clear of
their main military installations."
"What's our flying time?" Nicholas wanted to know.
Jannio pulled a face. "Big Dolly is no sprinter, and as I have just told
you we will not be taking any short-cuts."
"How long?"Nicholas insisted.
"Fred and I have rigged up bunks and a kitchen, so that during the
flight you will have all the comforts of home." He lifted his cap and
scratched his head before he admitted, "Fifteen hours."
"Has Big Dolly got that sort of endurance?" Nicholas wanted to know.
"Extra tanks. Seventy-one thousand kilos of fuel. Even with the load you
have given us, we can get there and back without refuelling." He was
interrupted by the huge hangar doors rolling open, and a heavy truck
being driven through. "That will be Fred and Sapper now." Jannie swigged
the last of his coffee and hugged Mara. She giggled, and her bosom
quivered like a snowfield on the point of an avalanche.
The truck parked at the far end of the hangar, where. an array of
equipment and stores was already neatly stacked, ready for loading. When
Fred climbed down from the cab, Jannie introduced him to Royan. He was a
younger version of the father, already beginning to spread around the
waist, and with an open bucolic face, more like a Karroo sheep farmer
than a commercial pilot.
"That's the last truckload." Sapper came around the front of the truck
and shook Nicholas's hand. "All set to begin loading."
"I want to take off before four 'clock tomorrow morning. That will get
us into our rendezvous at the optimum time tomorrow evening,'Jannie cut
in. "We have a bit of work to do, if we are going to get some sleep
before we leave." He gestured to the pallets waiting to be loaded.
I wanted to get some of the local lads to give a hand with the loading,
but Sapper wouldn't hear of it."
"Quite right," Nicholas agreed, "The fewer who are in on this, the
merrier. Let's get cracking."
The cargo had been prepacked on the steel pallets, secured with heavy
nylon strapping and covered with cargo netting. There were thirty-six
loaded pallets, and the canvas packs containing the parachutes formed an
integral part of each load. This huge Cargo would require two separate
flights to ferry it all across to Africa.
Royan called out the contents of each pallet from the typed manifest,
while Nicholas checkd it against the actual load. Nicholas and Sapper
had worked out the loads carefully to ensure that the items that would
be required first were on the initial flight. Only when he was Certain
that each pallet was complete in every detail id he signal to Fred, who
was operating the forklift. Fred ran the arms into the slots of the
pallet and lifted it, then he drove it out of the hangar and up the ramp
of the Hercules.
In the hold of the enormous aircraft, jannie and Sapper helped Fred to
position each pallet precisely on the rollers and then strap it down
securely. The last part of the cargo to go aboard was the small
front-end-loading tractor.
Sapper had found this in a secondhand yard in York, and after testing it
exhaustively declared it to be a "steal'. Now he drove this up the ramp
under its own power, and lovingly strapped it down to the rollers.
The -tractor made up almost a third of the total weight of the entire
shipment, but it was the one item that Sapper considered essential if
they were to complete the earthworks for the dam in the time that
Nicholas had stipulated.
He had calculated that it would require a cluster of five cargo
parachutes to get the heavy tractor back to earth without damage. Fuel
for it would of course present a problem, and the bulk of the second
cargo would be made up of dieseline in special nylon tanks that could
withstand the impact of an airdrop.
it was after midnight before the aircraft was loaded with the first
shipment. The remaining pallets were still stacked against the hangar
wall awaiting Big Dolly's return for the second flight. Now they could
turn their full attention to the farewell banquet of island specialities
that Mara had laid out for the ' in the tiny Africair office.
"Yes," Jannie assured them, I she's also a good cook," and gave Mara a
loving squeeze as she rested her bosom on his shoulder, leaning over him
to refill his plate with calamari.
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