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in my hands.’
Beautiful hands , Andrea thought.
They had reached the bow. The sea slid away below them and the afternoon shone majestic and bright. Andrea looked around.
‘When I don’t feel as if my guts are in a blender, I have to admit that it’s a beautiful ship.’
‘ His strength is in his loins, and his force is in the navel of his belly. His bones are as strong pieces of brass; his legs are like bars of iron,’ the doctor recited in a lively voice .
‘There are poets among the crew?’ Andrea laughed.
‘No, dear. It’s from the Book of Job. It refers to the huge beast called the Behemoth, Leviathan’s brother.’
‘Not a bad name for a ship.’
‘At one point it was a Danish naval frigate in the Hvidbjornen class.’ The doctor pointed to a metal plate about ten feet square that had been welded on to the deck. ‘That’s where the only gun used to be. Kayn Industries bought this ship for ten million dollars in an auction four years ago. A bargain.’
‘I wouldn’t have paid more than nine and a half.’
‘Go ahead and laugh if you like, Andrea, but the deck on this beauty is two hundred and sixty feet long; it has its own heliport and it can sail eight thousand miles at fifteen knots. It could travel from Cadiz to New York and back without refuelling.’
At that moment the ship cut through a formidable swell and the vessel lurched slightly. Andrea slipped and almost went over the railing, which at the bow was only a foot and a half high. The doctor grabbed her by the T-shirt.
‘Watch out! If you fell in at this speed you’d either be shredded to pieces by the propellers or drown before we had the chance to rescue you.’
Andrea was about to thank Harel, but then she noticed something in the distance.
‘What’s that?’ she asked.
Harel squinted, holding up a hand to shield her eyes from the glare. At first she saw nothing, but five seconds later she could make out a shape.
‘At last we’re all here. It’s the boss.’
‘Who?’
‘Didn’t they tell you? Mr Kayn is going to supervise the whole operation in person.’
Andrea turned around open-mouthed. ‘You are joking?’
Harel shook her head. ‘It’ll be the first time I’ve ever met him,’ she replied.
‘They promised me an interview with him, but I thought that would come at the end of this ridiculous charade.’
‘You don’t believe the expedition will succeed?’
‘Let’s say I have my doubts about its real purpose. When Mr Russell recruited me, he said that we were after a very important relic that had been lost for thousands of years. He wouldn’t go into the details.’
‘We’re all in the dark. Look, it’s getting closer.’
Andrea could now make out what appeared to be some sort of aircraft about two miles off the port bow. It was approaching fast.
‘You’re right Doc, it’s an airplane!’
The reporter had to raise her voice above the roar of the aircraft and the sailors’ cheers as it swooped in a semicircle around the ship.
‘No, it’s not a plane - look.’
They turned to follow it. The plane, or at least what Andrea thought was a plane, was a small aircraft, painted with the colours and logo of Kayn Industries but its two propellers were three times the normal size. Andrea watched, amazed, as the propellers began to turn up on the wing and the plane stopped its circling of the Behemoth . Suddenly it was hanging in the air. The propellers had made a ninety-degree rotation and, like a helicopter, were now holding the aircraft still as concentric waves fanned out on the sea below it.
‘That’s the BA-609 TiltRotor. The best in its class. This is its maiden voyage. They say it was one of Mr Kayn’s own ideas.’
‘Everything this man does seems impressive. I’d like to meet him.’
‘No, Andrea, wait!’
The doctor tried to hold Andrea back, but she slipped away into the group of sailors who were leaning over the starboard railing.
Andrea went onto the main deck and down one
Beautiful hands , Andrea thought.
They had reached the bow. The sea slid away below them and the afternoon shone majestic and bright. Andrea looked around.
‘When I don’t feel as if my guts are in a blender, I have to admit that it’s a beautiful ship.’
‘ His strength is in his loins, and his force is in the navel of his belly. His bones are as strong pieces of brass; his legs are like bars of iron,’ the doctor recited in a lively voice .
‘There are poets among the crew?’ Andrea laughed.
‘No, dear. It’s from the Book of Job. It refers to the huge beast called the Behemoth, Leviathan’s brother.’
‘Not a bad name for a ship.’
‘At one point it was a Danish naval frigate in the Hvidbjornen class.’ The doctor pointed to a metal plate about ten feet square that had been welded on to the deck. ‘That’s where the only gun used to be. Kayn Industries bought this ship for ten million dollars in an auction four years ago. A bargain.’
‘I wouldn’t have paid more than nine and a half.’
‘Go ahead and laugh if you like, Andrea, but the deck on this beauty is two hundred and sixty feet long; it has its own heliport and it can sail eight thousand miles at fifteen knots. It could travel from Cadiz to New York and back without refuelling.’
At that moment the ship cut through a formidable swell and the vessel lurched slightly. Andrea slipped and almost went over the railing, which at the bow was only a foot and a half high. The doctor grabbed her by the T-shirt.
‘Watch out! If you fell in at this speed you’d either be shredded to pieces by the propellers or drown before we had the chance to rescue you.’
Andrea was about to thank Harel, but then she noticed something in the distance.
‘What’s that?’ she asked.
Harel squinted, holding up a hand to shield her eyes from the glare. At first she saw nothing, but five seconds later she could make out a shape.
‘At last we’re all here. It’s the boss.’
‘Who?’
‘Didn’t they tell you? Mr Kayn is going to supervise the whole operation in person.’
Andrea turned around open-mouthed. ‘You are joking?’
Harel shook her head. ‘It’ll be the first time I’ve ever met him,’ she replied.
‘They promised me an interview with him, but I thought that would come at the end of this ridiculous charade.’
‘You don’t believe the expedition will succeed?’
‘Let’s say I have my doubts about its real purpose. When Mr Russell recruited me, he said that we were after a very important relic that had been lost for thousands of years. He wouldn’t go into the details.’
‘We’re all in the dark. Look, it’s getting closer.’
Andrea could now make out what appeared to be some sort of aircraft about two miles off the port bow. It was approaching fast.
‘You’re right Doc, it’s an airplane!’
The reporter had to raise her voice above the roar of the aircraft and the sailors’ cheers as it swooped in a semicircle around the ship.
‘No, it’s not a plane - look.’
They turned to follow it. The plane, or at least what Andrea thought was a plane, was a small aircraft, painted with the colours and logo of Kayn Industries but its two propellers were three times the normal size. Andrea watched, amazed, as the propellers began to turn up on the wing and the plane stopped its circling of the Behemoth . Suddenly it was hanging in the air. The propellers had made a ninety-degree rotation and, like a helicopter, were now holding the aircraft still as concentric waves fanned out on the sea below it.
‘That’s the BA-609 TiltRotor. The best in its class. This is its maiden voyage. They say it was one of Mr Kayn’s own ideas.’
‘Everything this man does seems impressive. I’d like to meet him.’
‘No, Andrea, wait!’
The doctor tried to hold Andrea back, but she slipped away into the group of sailors who were leaning over the starboard railing.
Andrea went onto the main deck and down one
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