(Continued from Obsolete)
April wasn’t sure how she even spotted the remains of a B-17, but as she scrambled up the top of a what had once been Boeing 747, she had seen it. Digging her binoculars out of her rucksack, she focused on the World War Two American Bomber plane.
It was laying in the distance on it’s belly. Its green war paint faded by the hot desert sun. April lowered the binoculars and began mapping a way over to it. Below her, the sound of voices and working rose and fell as the rest of the crew got on with removing anything useful.
Feeling the heat growing across her feet, April climbed down the ladder, that someone a long time ago had left balanced on the mighty wing. Carefully, she then climbed though a large gash of ripped open metal beside the wing and entered the plane. Where rows of seats had once covered the floor was now a vast empty space. Wires danged from the ceiling, there were large gaps on the wall, the floor and ceiling, were things had been removed. Small piles of sand, blown in during a storm lingered in corners and holes. The air was warm, stale and dry.
April looked around and spotted Trigg sitting on the floor in a tangle of wires. She walked over, feet clomping loudly and came to a stop before him. He looked up.
‘I’ve just spotted something and I want to go and take a look,’ April said through her mic.
‘Something better then this disaster?’ Trigg asked.
‘Yes. It’s quite far out. Likely not have been touched.’
Trigg give up detangling the wires and stuffed them all into his rucksack. He stood up and went over to Gun with April following him. The mountain of a man, made even more bigger by his safety suit, was removing a sink and plumbing from a tiny bathroom.
‘Hey,’ Trigg called out and tapped Gun on the shoulder. ‘April’s seen something and thinks its worth a look.’
Gun turned and through his mask, eyed the two kids. He turned his mic on and his soft, rumbling voice filled both their ears. ‘Sorry, but this was the target. You know we only have a small window before nightfall. Best to stick with the plan. Mark it down though and maybe next time we could check it out…’
‘Okay fine,’ Trigg said. He grabbed April and dragged her away.
Heading back to the large metal gash, which looked like a giant had ripped into a tin can, the other crew ignored them, deep in their work. Letting go of her hand, Trigg stepped out onto the wing and waved April to follow him. Stealing a glance back, she did so.
‘Where is it?’ Trigg whispered.
April looked out, trying to recall the shapes of the planes she had seen from above which had been before the B-17. Though there were too many metal skeletons blocking the view. She looked at the ladder and the smooth top of the Boeing 747, wondering how fast she could climb up and map the way again.
‘What was it anyway?’ Trigg asked.
‘A B-17,’ April muttered back, ‘I could make it. I spotted it with my own eyes, it couldn’t have been that far away,’ she said to herself.
She reached out of the ladder, but Trigg stopped her, ‘try to remember for next time. It’s too late now. Look.’
April turned her head and saw that the bright blue sky was fading. In half an hour, it would be pitch black out here. There was no time. April let go of the ladder and felt the excitement fading away. A part of her wanted to disagree with Trigg and demand they head off, when were they going to get another chance now she had spotted it? The thought of an untouched plane, full of useful things just waiting for them, was too much.
She looked at Trigg and even though the masks, she knew he was thinking the same thing.
‘It’s too risky,’ he said at last.
April opened her mouth, but was cut off by Gun over the mic calling them all back together. It was time to leave. Sighing, she ducked back inside the plane and saw the other men slowly gathering together. They were finishing up collecting scraps and packing them away with their tools.
After a few minutes of waiting and Gun double checking everyone, they left and went down to the desert floor again. April had a few looks over her shoulder, but could see nothing but the closet towering planes. Walking more slower then before, they reached the shaft as the darkness settled on the plane graveyard once more.