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‘How much flying can you do at that altitude? You must be using up fuel pretty fast.’
‘Yes, sir. I estimate that we have about two hours left at this height and speed.’
‘Get me a time signal.’
The navigator answered quickly, ‘Just had one from Washington, sir. Five minutes to five am. Dawn at this level will be in about an hour.’
‘Where is Weathership Charlie?’
‘About three hundred miles to the north-east, sir.’
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While the plane executed a wide curve, Bond listened to the static and broken snatches of voice that sounded from the amplifier above his head.
The operator’s voice came softly to him, ‘Ocean Station
Charlie. This is Speedbird 510. G-ALGY calling C for Charlie, G-ALGY calling Charlie, G-ALGY…’
A sharp voice broke in. ‘G-ALGY give your position. G-ALGY give your position. This is Gander Control. Emergency. G-ALGY…’
London came over faintly. An excited voice began chattering. Now voices were coming at them from all directions. Bond could imagine the fix being quickly co-ordinated at all flying control stations, the busy men under the arcs working on the big plot, 杭州品茶推荐 telephones being lifted, urgent voices talking to each other across the world. The strong signal 杭州桑拿网of Gander Control smothered all other transmissions. ‘We’ve located G-ALGY. We’ve got them at about 50 N by 70 E. All stations stop transmitting. Priority. I repeat, we have a fix on G-ALGY…’
Suddenly the quiet voice of C for Charlie came in. ‘This is Ocean Station Charlie calling Speedbird 510. Charlie calling G-ALGY. Can you hear me? Come in Speedbird 510.’
Bond slipped the small gun into his pocket and took the offered microphone. He pressed
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‘C for Charlie thi