Airborn

"Sir, there's a ship headed towards us!"

The airship was small, and I could now see why I'd not picked her out earlier. Her skin was painted black, and she carried no running beacons anywhere. No light emanated from the Control Car either. Her side bore no markings, no name or number. It was only her dark sheen from the moon's light that made her visible at all.

"She's at ten o'clock and sailing straight for us, half a mile."

"Bear away," I heard the first office tell his rudder-man. "Elevator up six degrees. Summon the captain."

That meant we were going into a climb. The Aurora was as responsive as a falcon. Stars streamed to my left as the ship began her turn, angling heavenward. High in the crowsnest, I swivelled in my chair so I could watch the smaller vessel. As we turned and climbed, she turned and climbed with us, keeping herself on a collision course. This was no mistake. She was chasing us. She was smaller and faster than the Aurora, and I could feel the vibration of our engines at full capacity. We would not be able to outrun her.

From Airborn by Kenneth Oppel 2005. Published by HarperCollins Canada.