336 | John W. Warner IV With the ship undulating to-and-fro, Bea ran through a hatch and plowed into Gwafa at full gallop as he was carrying a load of tools. Prone, she kissed him, then Alice did. Thank the soddy godsyoure alive! yelled Bea, pulling at his cheeks. Vous deux idioislHe pulled them up. Monsieur Porsche removed my handcuffs with a set of picks. I have been helping him, what happened? Earthquake, you silly goose, chirped Alice, who then kissed Gwafa once more. From the propshaft compartment, Porsche yelled: Hurry, Beatrice! Were finishing the last magnet. One broke. The girls bolted down the companionway, pulling an unsteady Baumann with them. Cmon you, pull it together, flyboy, growled Bea. Geer came up the stairs. He yelled to a panicked Luftwaffe officer below carrying a wounded enlisted man. Hey! Come with us! The officer hesitated, looked the ship over, then shook his head and ran, leaving his comrade for dead. Geer hit the switch and the stairs retracted with an electric whine. Everyone has fled, who can blame them? They think were insane! Gerlach helped fit the magnet with small titanium hex nuts. If we survive Ferdinand, the Bockbier at the Berlinerhaus is on me. You too, Herr Negro. I may be a hard-edged Nazi, but I dont discriminate in a crisis. Gwafa proffered tools. Merci, but I prefer sweet mint tea. Check the generator, Walter, Ill finish with Gwafa. Whos with us? Just Lappe. Wheres Banner? asked Gerlach. Sweat poured from Porsches brow. Hes dead. The officers mess. With eyes of shock, Gwafa looked out the aft set of windows. The entrance just collapsed…we are entombed, messieurs. Porsche and Gerlach watched in horror as the last of the sunlight faded to a pinpoint. The girls sat in the cockpit area. Bea ran her hands everywhere. Uh, shite, lessee here, wheres the ruddy starter button? How the hell do you fly this crate? Alice frantically searched the large panel that had dozens upon dozens of switches and dials. Its all in German. Whats this one say? Thats the external running lights, fore and aft. Get em on. All internal lights too, said Bea. Baumann stumbled at the railing; Bea helped him. Gads and zooks, what a