Chapter Twenty
“Oh Christ, no...”Mickey’s shoulders drooped, “you don’t mean...”
“Yes, I do mean. Nothing left but a pile of transistors, diodes, wire and a transformer. I salvaged what components I could and hid them. It’s a long shot but I might be able to cobble up some kind of a transmitter. We still might get a message out.”
“What are the odds?”
“Want a hit of dark rum?”
“That bad?”
“Here,”Alison pulled a pint bottle from the pocket of her jumpsuit, “better take two hits.”Alison thoughtfully unscrewed the top. “Kinda makes you wanna borrow the crew-boat, doesn’t it. You don’t happen to know how to steer that thing?”
Mickey looked up. “The crew-boat?”
“Well yeah. It’s got enough fuel for the run to the mainland. We could slip down one night and maybe just kinda borrow it.”
Mic
