Re: Misha and the Chance Encounter
"There are no locks, Doctor," Hercule replied politely, and patiently. "If you would like, I will show you the airship. Her name is 'The Witch', Hexe, in German. There is a small sickbay, and we have a man who was a good field medic."
He led Misha along the corridor. "Most of the cabins are the crew's,and you have seen Captain Smith's stateroom," he said. "Below is the engine room and steering, and below that, cargo. Above us is the bridge, and the dining room, and the sickbay." Hercule led the way to a small flight of steps, and went upwards. Another corridor opened up as they arrived on the next floor, this one populated with two men in flightsuits, putting on fur-lined boots that looked much like the pair Misha had to fly in, years ago. They glanced at Misha with some curiousity but asked no questions. Hercule walked silently past them, and opened a door that was dressed in gold leaf, to show a dining room - small, but appointed with an embroidered linen tablecloth and a crystal chandelier. "The dining room," he said. "The sickbay is this way."
He led onwards, to another room, where the universal sign of a red cross was on the door. Inside was a single table and many glass-fronted cases, with a wide range of items; it looked clean and well-stocked.
"The bridge," Hercule announced. Inside were four people, two seated at consoles, one at a heavy multiple-machine gun, and Harry Smith, standing at an ornate wooden Captain's Wheel. An odd way to steer an airship, but it seemed to fit. The bridge was mostly glass, and Misha had a fantastic view of the coastline and the ocean, far below.
The two men at the consoles had the look of hard-bitten veterans. The one at the machine gun was a black woman, wearing trousers and boots like a man, her shirt straining to contain her bosom. She flicked a desultory glance at Misha and Hercule, and went back to staring at the sky. Harry Smith looked back briefly, nodded a greeting to Misha, and returned his gaze to the sky in front of him.