Arch waited, backing up slowly each time he was sucked toward the cloying grasp of a swelling wave about to break. He had to get it right. He picked up a slight ‘crumping’ sound that was different from what he’d been hearing, as the waves broke in front of him, one after another without let up
Arch had never flown the particular model of Beechcraft they would be inside. He knew, whether he flew the plane or not, he was about to once again endanger the only three beings on the planet who seemed to give a damn whether he lived or died.
Arch Patton It Was 1993 Chapter Eighteen by James Strauss Arch was on hold for the 911 dispatcher, making the most unlikely call he’d ever made in his life. The wait was less than a minute. “Nine one one, what’s the nature of your emergency?”...
Arch Patton IT WAS 1993 Chapter 23 by James Strauss The pilot moved all the electronic stuff that was built up against the bulkhead, and then plopped down in the German’s desk chair. That was followed by a loud crack as he dropped the small bolt cutter onto the desk...