An extract from Chapter 3 of 'Harry Lampeter and the War with Scotland'
The collapsed, rusting pipework of the oil terminal looked like the brown entrails of some long dead robotic monster, and the source of the signal was at its very centre. He steered the airship closer and could see a figure lying supine beside some collapsed ductwork. It raised an arm and waved; Telford waved back. He manoeuvred the airship over the spot and dropped a grapple into the metallic jumble below. He stopped the engine and vented a gush of steam from the boiler. Holding onto his top hat, he leaned over the gondola’s gunwale and called down.
‘Telford Stephenson, at your service, can I be of assistance?’
‘Of course, you can be of assistance, ya numptie. I’ve broken my bloody ankle,’ the figure called back.
Golly, thought Telford, it’s a woman, and a Glaswegian by the sound of her. I wonder what she’s doing here?
An extract from 'Harry Lampeter and the War with Scotland'
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