The Zeppelin Jihad by S.G. Schvercraft Read Free Book Online Page A

this way, ” he said, and we rushed through the mess area and a kitchen. We passed doors as we ran — bunks and storage closets, probably — and I wondered if someone might be hiding behind them. I did my best to keep checking behind us to make sure we weren ’ t ambushed.
    We came to the bridge, its large, panoramic windows looking out onto Boothcross. The southern Faced Tower ’ s sculpted head was huge and close. There couldn ’ t be a minute or two left before we smashed into it.
    In front of the ship ’ s wheel and levers was Mohammad Talib. I could barely see him because he was crouched behind a white woman, holding a knife to her throat.
    “ Stay back! ” he shouted. The woman screamed and struggled weakly, a fistful of her hair in Talib ’ s hand.
    “ I don ’ t have a clear shot! ” I got ready to shoot her in the leg so she ’ d drop and I could take Talib.
    “ Not to worry, ” Speer said as he opened fire. His rifle quickly blew four holes through the woman and into Talib. Both fell to the deck in a heap, blood everywhere.
    “ Why did you do that? ” I shouted. I ’ d been to the scenes of execution-style homicides. The casual coldness of those murders is their most striking feature. You can tell right away that whoever did it had something missing, some key ingredient that makes us fully human.
    I suddenly saw the same absence of humanity in Hiram Speer. It made me wonder if the Steamies in the Tower were worth saving. After all, they ’ d chosen a monster like him to be their guardian.
    Speer quickly checked to make sure Talib was dead before rushing to the controls. “ Tunnel vision is a cardinal sin, Hoff. In the corner, there ’ s a pile of black clothing. No doubt her religious garb. She was one of them . ”
    I looked and saw that he was right. Relief washed over me. But it quickly dissolved in the face of the rapidly approaching Faced Tower.
    “ Dammit , ” Speer said . “ The Arab bastard broke the lateral controls. We can ’ t just gain altitude and sail over the Towers. ” We couldn ’ t have been more than a quarter-mile from the Tower — it was enormous, filling our wide windows.
    Speer turned the wheel hard to the right while throwing a lever. I heard the engines stopping, but we were still moving forward. Another lever thrown, and painfully slow, the ship began to turn.
    “ Come on, dammit , ” Speer said, leaning into the wheel with all his weight as it shook in his hands.
    It was hard to gauge our true distance since the front of the Highwhale ’ s rigid structure extended about a hundred yards forward of the gondola. But we were closing too fast — no doubt about that.
    Finally the airship began to break hard to the right.
    “ We ’ re not going to make it, ” I said.
    “ We will, ” he said, his face red, willing the ship to change course.
    The Highwhale began to turn more swiftly. In the rightmost part of the control room ’ s windows, I could see open sky.
    Seconds passed painfully, more open sky coming into view.
    Finally, the turn was almost complete, all of the forward windows clear of any buildings.
    Then there was a terrible rumble and screech from above us.
    “ We ’ ve hit the building! ”
    “ Just grazing it with the outer hull, ” Speer said .
    Seconds later, the screeching and rending of metal stopped.
    The sudden silence was unreal. The engines were dead, and we were now simply drifting in the night sky. The only sound was the low buzz of our pocket-zep still pulling at the airship.
    My senses finally focusing on things that didn ’ t present an immediate threat, I noticed the outfit of the woman Speer had shot. She was wearing overalls, like a mechanic. Stitched into the material was an emblem for the Blue Cliffs Industrial Airship Yard.
    He saw me looking at her. “ Despite what you probably think, ” Speer said , “ some women do have careers here. She must have been the one driving the airship. That ’ ll teach the equality