Hell Below by Kenneth Robeson;Lester Dent

Author:Kenneth Robeson;Lester Dent
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Blackmask Online
Published: 2001-10-05T16:00:00+00:00

RENNY dropped the plane lower, examined the place some more, and finally said, “I think I see a hump of dirt that is either a Navaho hodag, or a structure of some kind.”

“Hodags are round,” Pat said. “This one isn't round.”

“Give me the flashlight,” Renny told her. “We were supposed to signal with a blinking red light. Isn't that what the telegram says?”

Pat found a flashlight. “It doesn't have any red lens.”

“I thought of that,” Renny said. “I have one of those card holders in my billfold, and it is made of red celluloid. I'll just hold a sheet of it over the flash lens.”

While Pat handled the plane controls, Renny tried out his idea.

“Holy cow!” he said immediately. “I got a bite. Look! Down there by that structure I noticed.”

It was another red light, also blinking rapidly.

“All's well in sneaky town,” Renny said, chuckling. “Now we land and have a surprise party.”

Pat said, “I don't like this.”

“What don't you like? They don't know we are enemies, and we'll be right up on them before anything goes wrong, before they know there isn't any butter on their bread.”

Pat shook her head.

“It's too open and shut,” she said. “I keep thinking about the doctored radio.”

Renny was enthusiastic for a fight. “When we get down there, we'll doctor somebody,” he said.

“You're getting as bad as Monk where a fight is involved,” Pat told him. “You'd better stop, look, listen, and whistle at the crossroads.”

“Maybe,” Renny said, “you'd like to cancel your ticket for this trip.”

“Eh?” said Pat.

“You weren't invited, you know.”

“You,” Pat said, “get my goat at times.”

“I can remember the times,” Renny told her, “that you've brought out a cold sweat on me, too.”

Pleased with himself, he put the plane into its landing bank, the usual triangular approach which he used. He straightened out for the landing glide.

A noise, a rush of air, made him turn his head.

“Hey!” he bellowed. “Holy cow!”

“I think I'll check out,” Pat said, “and watch from the side line.”

She jumped, the parachute pack dangling on its straps, her hand on the ripcord.

Renny twisted his head around and watched to make sure she landed safely. By that time, he had overshot his landing, so he hauled up the nose and went around again. That time he set the plane down without trouble.

Lightning Flats apparently was an old lake bed which had dried as smooth as a concrete highway. Because of its high speed, the plane which Renny handled landed hot, and he nursed it along, sending it toward the end of the lake where the light signal had been returned.

He would, he decided, sit in the plane with a gun and take the enemy by surprise. The plane cockpit was armored.

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