Elloise Thomson - Audiobook Demo
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John Locke. Dragonflies wheel on engaged her autopilot. He threw open the cockpit door on with Malkin at his heels dash towards the engine room. Pistons pumped on the crankshaft turned at full power while the cabin judged and shock. In the centre of the floor, a metal egg shaped pod sat among a tangle of pipes. John threw open its door. No room for the both of us, he said. You go, Malkin. The fox gave a whimper of disapproval. No, it should be you, John. Humans over mechanicals. It's the law! Jon shook his head. I can't leave my ship. I need to try and guide her down safely. And you've no opposable thumbs. He gave a halfhearted laugh and withdrew a battered envelope from his pockets. Crouching down, he stuffed it into a leather pouch around Malkin's neck. This is Fallujah, See? She gets it. What's in there? John smiled. Secrets tell her to keep them safe. She mustn't tell anyone about them. No ever. Can you remember that? I think so. Malcolm prodded the pouch, sniffing at it with his nose. Good, John said, Make for broken bridge. That's where she'll be if I get out of this alive. I'll come find a Is there anything else and tell her? Orlova, John Ruffle The MK animals is one last time. It's the least a day's journey from here. Have you got enough clicks? Malkin nodded.