The Affinity Bridge by George Mann Read Free Book Online

contorting awkwardly where it came into contact with the iron struts of the interior frame. The whole thing was a terrible mess, and Newbury had to use every ounce of his experience to maintain a level head as he walked towards it.
    Steam and smoke still rose from deep inside the wreckage. As Newbury and Veronica approached the misshapen outer door of the gondola, Newbury felt the need to warn his assistant once again of the dangers they may face inside. “Make sure you don’t touch anything. It may still be hot from the fires. And watch out overhead, too; the wreck hasn’t settled yet, and as the metal cools, fragments of the vessel may still collapse inwards, trapping us inside, or worse.”
    He covered his nose and mouth with the crook of his arm to stave off the terrible smell of death and burnt rubber. Veronica followed suit, once again holding Newbury’s borrowed handkerchief to her face. The hem of her skirt was already thick with mud and soot where it trailed on the ground, her boots filthy with grime. She tried not to notice.
    The door into the gondola had buckled badly. There was nothing but a blackened frame there now, where once there had obviously been an elaborate door and mechanism. Veronica peered inside, seeing nothing but darkness and iron girders. “Are you sure this is the best way in?”
    “It looks like the only way in, as far as I can tell.” He looked around, confirming his suspicions. “I wouldn’t trust that man Stokes for a minute, but I can’t fault his directions in this instance. Here, let me go first.” Newbury tentatively put a hand on the outer rim of the door. “Still warm.” He gripped it more firmly with both hands and swung himself through the twisted metal opening. Veronica watched him disappear inside.
    “Oh well. For Queen and Country, I suppose.” She grabbed the door frame and swung herself in behind him.
    Inside, Veronica found it difficult to get a sense of the scale of the ship. She was standing in what she assumed had been the lobby, although now, with fire and structural damage, it was difficult to tell. The Lady Armitage may have been small by airship standards, but on the ground it was still an immense vessel, and the passenger gondola was equally well-proportioned. Newbury was making his way towards the compartments at the front of the gondola, if she had her bearings right. She watched him climbing over blackened furniture and the still-warm cinders of other unidentifiable objects. He turned back. “I’m off to try to find the pilot’s control room. You take a look around. We’ll meet up again shortly.” She looked the other way, trying to see a path through the scene of destruction. “Oh, and Miss Hobbes?”
“Yes?”
“Be careful.”
She smiled to herself, pleased with his evident concern.
    The lobby—or what remained of it—was a long rectangular room with doors in each of the far walls. Since Newbury was heading fore she decided to take the other option and see what she could find towards the rear of the vessel. She supposed, as she trod carefully over the ash-covered floor, that she was heading towards the part of the ship reserved for passengers, since the bulk of the gondola’s interior space seemed to lay in this direction. Fighting her way past the crisp shell of a wooden sideboard, and ducking under a nest of trailing metal cables, she came to a stop in front of the door. It was still relatively intact, although flames had obviously licked black soot up and down its fascia. She hesitated. She knew she was likely to happen across a body or two on the other side. Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself. Her palate was growing used to the stench, now, and her clothes were so thick with grime, dust and soot that she’d given up paying attention. She reached out and tried the handle, then immediately withdrew her hand. It was still hot from the fire, and even through her red-leather gloves she knew it would scald her hand. Not only that, but