Today’s excerpt is from Devil’s
Brew, the Book #8 of the nine-book Janitors series. Wendy wounded but takes plane off, and after
fast repairs takes control back from Holly.
Enjoy and have a great day.
m.j.
Before Wendy
could reply, Bruce ran back to the rear of the plane, as it started moving
slowly. Once to his buggy, he jumped in
and got into the gun seat. Then he
looked at Phil. “Give me something to
tie myself down.”
Phil, already
having secured himself with a safety line and done the same for Harry, did as
asked. But as he did, he growled, “Hey,
Bruce, you better shoot straight. You
start shootin’ up my plane and I’ll toss you and this damned buggy right on out
the back.”
By that time
Wendy had her engines revved up enough to start her take off. Just as the plane was about to leave the
strip, an explosion near the front of the plane blew a hole in the side.
Wendy grunted,
but continued with her take off. Once
airborne she looked to her right.
“Holly, take over. I’m hit.”
Holly
immediately took control of the plane as Wendy stripped off her flight
suit. Down to only bra and panties, she
took the first aid kit offered by Holly and quickly wrapped her leg, after
placing a compress under the bandage.
Meanwhile, Brent did a fast job of scanning his instruments and found no
signs of a serious problem. Then he ran
forward to check out the hole in the side of the plane. It was very small and he saw no dangling
wires or other signs of damage. He then
headed back to his work area, but not before taking time to glance at Wendy
standing there in her scant outfit and admiring her physique. That admiring glance out of the way, he
quickly got to his instruments to check for any damage to the flight characteristics
of the plane.
When Brent got
out of her way, Wendy reached behind her seat and started putting on a spare
flight suit she had stored there. Once
that was on, she used her original flight suit to clean up the blood on her
seat, then got in it. “Okay, Holly, I
got her.”
Holly glanced
over and replied, “You sure you’re okay to fly?”
“What-in-the-hell
else am I gonna do? I sure can’t dance
right now.”
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