Captive hot air balloon

Photo courtesy of Hans Braxmeier

They’d landed in the middle of the desert, infiltrated the underground research centre, taken the prototype nano-crystal super-conductor without anybody noticing. So easy; just break a couple of necks, wear the right clothes, blend in…

It was on the way out that they’d been questioned, had to knock out the lab supervisor when he’d made to touch his earpiece to call security. They’d bolted after that, got out of there as quickly as possible; it was only a matter of time before somebody noticed the prone body of their colleague, and then the fun would begin.

They’d traversed the searing heat of the desert, heading towards the nearby rendezvous point, constantly on the lookout for drones, helicopters or land vehicles. Finally, they reached the hill they’d circled on their map.

The two men shimmied on their bellies up the slope of the sandstone outcrop. Grant lay on his back, holding his rifle ready and scanning the landscape and sky behind them for pursuers, while Walton took out a pair of hi-res binoculars and peered at the horizon ahead of them.

“They’ve got to be kidding!” Walton exclaimed as he adjusted the dioptre setting.

“What’s up? Is the transport there?”

“It’s a fucking hot air balloon!”


About TheImaginator

35 year old sciolist living in Tokyo. I like swing dancing, Twitter word games, writing, using, reading, and watching movies. I write stuff on my blog occasionally.
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