’ ‘Never mind the bullshit, airman, get in the fucking jeep!’ ‘Where are we going?’ ‘A couple a miles down the road, don’t know where ex...ctly. We’ll know it when we see it. Some junk jockey got target fixation and took down a couple a miles of forest.’ It took Jeff a few silent minutes, bumping along on the washboard road, to figure out the lingo meant a fighter pilot had crashed. ‘What the hell do they need me for?’ He wondered. After about ten minutes of racing at breakneck speed, we paused. Shall we head forward again. Perhaps using the left door?” I said.“So all that’s left is what?” Miki asked as we turned away from the missile room doors and started to head down the hallway.“Rail gun stations, living quarters, and the bridge,” I said. “That’s all there is. And I expect the living quarters to be very small.”“Why?” Miki asked. “And why are the passageways tiny? On the transport you could walk three abreast easily. Here two people can barely slip by when they meet.”“Remember that. When I got home I slipped off my wet clothes and gave myself a pleasing rub down with a soft pink towel. I caught sight of myself in the full-length mirror, and I must admit that I rather liked what I saw. Three days later I received a badly typed letter from Peter, I had got the job, and he wanted me to start the following Monday.I just could not believe it. The big day duly arrived and I turned up at the garage about two minutes late. Peter was outside waiting for me, he introduced me to the. “Well, you said no filters, so I couldn’t really do a time-lapse. So instead, I took lots of shots of the same scene, really quick, and left the shutter open as much as I dared, like maybe half a second for the inside ones. Then, I overlapped the exposures from different negatives when I printed them.”Shannon then laughed. “It was a way bigger pain than I thought. I had to trace the stuff that wasn’t moving onto a piece of paper, and then line up each negative as I went, but I had to cover the.