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Dear Folks

I know some have you have breathlessly asked me when the next episode will
occur in Ellie-May's adventures. Sorry, it has taken me so long to accede to
these requests. But its worth the wait ! (I think :)

The story continues...enjoy !

Command Information Centre, CGN 40: USS Mississippi, Carrier Battle Group,
Seventh Fleet, East China Station, East China Sea, 30°N:125°30’E, Day +1,
0h56.

"Sir, we have a bogie heading out on a course of  45° east north east from
the Chinese coast around Shanghai", the voice came through on the speaker
where the Group Air Warfare Officer sat thumbing through a month old copy of
Time magazine.

Moving his lanky frame with a limping gait, he drew himself up to the wide
console where the radar officer sat. Peering through his bushy eyebrows he
noted a "V" shape heading in that particular direction. Other "V"’s crowded
this scope, but they were commercial airliners travelling the busy South
East Asian skies. He noted the information tag which the air warfare
computer had pinned to the "V" in question. It had been tagged as a
"Fitter-C" in NATO parlance: a Sukhoi Su 17.

"Shit, son, whats it doing so far out at sea ?", he grunted in astonishment,
his heavy jowls chewing upon what remained of a cigar, which was soon tossed
to one side. "Its definitely Chinese, sir", the radar officer advised, not
taking his eye off the glowing yellow screen of his sweeping radar scope.

"Where did it come from ?  Shanghai ?", the senior officer asked, his Texan
drawl betraying his origins.

"No sir, we’ve been tracking air traffic on that coast. This bogie came from
the south west and then turned out to sea. She only lit her afterburners
after she had left Chinese territorial airspace. Looked like a normal air
patrol, until that happened, though", he added.

"Son, get me AWAC’s logs for that aircraft’s activities. I want to know
where it came from and I want to know where its going", the Group Air
Warfare Officer barked.

"Well, sir, on her present heading she looks like she’s heading for Japan."

Day +1, East China Sea, 37 000 feet, 30°20’N:125°E, 1h23

Ellie May had fired her afterburners soon after leaving Chinese territorial
airspace. At that point she was too far ahead to be caught by any chinese
migs that chose to give chase. High in the inky blue sky, the starry night
shone with a gleaming radiance, and she was at peace with the world.

Her aircraft’s sensors had warned her that she was being tracked by what
seemed to be US military radar. She tried to throw them off her trail by
cutting in behind commercial airliners to blend her radar signature with
theirs.

It seemed as though her body had decided that valour was the better part of
discretion and that it was worth the risk, to make the necessary speed. {The
necessary speed to where, though ?} she asked herself, puzzled. She knew she
was heading in a north easterly direction. Geography had never been her
strong point at school, and she surmised that they were heading towards the
Pacific ocean, perhaps towards America.

Command Information Centre, CGN 40: USS Mississippi, Carrier Battle Group,
Seventh Fleet, East China Station, East China Sea, 30°20’N:125°30’E, Day +1,
1h56.

"Sir, we have just received the full tracking log of the bogie 1. I will
flash it up on your screen." The radar officer reported.

"Son, this log shows it came from the main air base in Canton, and headed up
to Shanghai, where it turned north east across the coast. What the hell is
this guy doing ?", the senior officer muttered, his spatulate thumb
hammering on his intercom button.
"Thats not all of it sir", the junior officer replied as soon as his senior
had lifted his thumb off the transmission switch, "there has been no flight
activity reported at that particular airbase for the last twelve hours, with
the sole exception of that bogie taking off. In fact, our KH-11 satellite
photos indicate that the airforce part of that base has been deserted and
cordoned off."

"What in tarnation is going on ?", the senior officer grunted, and lit
another reefer.

"Could it be a defector, sir ?"

The Texan shrugged his shoulders. "Quite possible son, or an attack. But
there are no indications as to why the chinese commoonists would want to
attack our Japanese friends, no indications at all. I suppose we better warn
the nips that this gook is heading their way and let them deal with it."

The Intelligence Officer butted in here, shrugging his shoulders: "There’s
been no indication of any kind of hostility at all, but it could be armed.
At least its not heading towards Taiwan. There they would blow it out of the
sky without a second thought."

"yes sir."

Ignoring the radar officer, the Group Air Warfare Officer fixed his
intelligence counterpart with a beady eye. "Yeh, well, the nips could still
decide to blow the silly little git out of the sky", he answered with a
snort.

Day +1, East China Sea, 2 000 feet, 30°20’N:130°E, 100 km south of
Kagoshima, Kyushu Island, Japan, 2h17

Ellie May had managed to weave past the tracking sweeps of the search radars
of the Japanese destroyers below. She was not wearing a radio headset so she
could not hear the warnings issued to her in Chinese and English.

Peering down she could see the lights of one or two islands and what
appeared to be some ships, below.

{Where can I be ?} her brow wrinkling in curiosity.

The warbling grew within her cockpit as the Japanese missile radars found
her and "painted" the Su 17. In reply, the aircraft dropped to 200 feet
above sea level, skimming the waves, and the warbling died down. Somehow her
body could accomplish this superb flying with the greatest of ease.

Now, the Japanese missile radars had great difficulty locking onto her as
the ground clutter of ocean waves messed with the radar signature.

In the distance a glow appeared on the horizon.

<= Objective: Kagoshima - Kyushu Island, Japan, Earth=>

{I wonder what city that is ?}

Her aircraft leapt towards the light.

The warbling increased. A screeching sound filled the cabin. Ellie May had
no idea that it was the SAM alarm indicating that a missile was streaking on
its way towards her. Pulling into the air in a series of stomach churning
hairpin loops, the aircraft discharged decoys under her body’s tactical
guidance.

A series of explosions rocked the aircraft as four missiles exploded
harmlessly behind her.

Twenty kilometres from the burning glow of Kagoshima’s city lights, her
Sukhoi leapt into the air and hung there at 25 000 feet. That was where the
sidewinder missile from the Japanese F16 Fighting Falcon found it.

Ellie May felt herself engulfed in a fireball of flame as her aircraft
vapourised around her.

In the nanosecond before the missile hit, her body was covered in a tight
black thin rubbery substance which suddenly materialised onto her skin. This
substance felt like a second skin, so snugly did it fit itself to her body.
It felt like a strange mixture of rubber, latex and silk. It covered her
entire body from head to foot. Her eyes were covered, but she could "see"
every millimetre of her surrounding through sensors imbedded throughout the
entire surface of this second skin.

She felt herself falling.

She could see a sharply clear segmented vision of the sky around her and the
sea below.

She could sense the flight of F16’s hundreds of kilometres away, the islands
in the distance and the missile batteries and destroyers in a 200 kilometres
radius. She could "see" the young couple making out on the beach on Kyushu
island, oblivious to these events, and the lone heron winging its way south.
Her sensors detected a pod of blue whales 50 kilometres away and 200 feet
below the sea surface.

Her amazement at this godlike view of the world ended as the cold sharp
shock of the sea hit her. The waves closed in over her head.

Chapter 3; Run Silent, Run Deep; Day +1, East China Sea, -20 metres, 18
kilometres south west of Kagoshima, Kyushu Island, Japan, 2h35

Her body sank like a stone to 60 metres, her arms flailing in desperation.
Then her arms moved to her sides, as her legs came together. She could feel
herself solidifying into a cylindrical shape, as her head was jutted forward
and her mouth opened.  The ocean water gushed in and moved in a solid line
down the centre of her body to be emitted out of the duct that had opened up
where her feet were sealed together.
Inside her the countless cells which made up her new form vibrated the water
down her centreline providing the propulsion necessary to speed her through
the water at an unbelievable 30 knots. This form of propulsion was so silent
that the Japanese attack submarines cruising 1200 metres below, could not
pick up her "signature" on their sonar scanners. She shot through the water
like a sleek latex torpedo.

Ellie May saw the bottom of the ocean laid out before her in glorious 3
dimensional relief. It was as if she was travelling in a form of virtual
reality. Her scanners which used the entire surface of her body as a search
radar and scanner array, tracked every form for thousands of kilometres. The
speed she was travelling at caused this 3 dimensional image to keep
scrolling past her minds-eye in a flash.

{Hmmm…this is how a cruise missile must feel.}

Soon the topographical outline of the continental shelf of  Japan appeared.
She felt her body shoot upwards in steep ascent. Before Ellie May knew it,
she was in the shallows, the roar of the waves pounding in her "ears".

She could see the clouds of beach sand murky the water ahead of her and the
foam of the surface of the sea. In a flash her body had beached itself in
the soft wet sand. Suddenly her arms and legs were "free" as she sprawled in
the soaking sand.

Day +1, Kagoshima, Kyushu Island, Japan, 03h16

She lay still for a moment, listening to the roar of the surf. Her thermal
scanners detected two bodies huddling further up the beach and to her left.
In a flash, her second skin had flowed down her body and disappeared inside
her.

{Considering whats happened, its amazing that I don’t even feel tired, never
mind that I am in one piece !} she remarked to herself ruefully.

She stood up and looked around. She could see the waves breaking on the
shoreline, their phosphorent crests gleaming in the moonlight. Except for
the human couple and the numerous sea creatures below the sand and scuttling
around in the surf, the beach was deserted.

{Shit ! I’m butt nekkid ! I'll have to find clothes and quickly ! I wonder
where I am ?}

These thoughts jumbled through her mind.

Realising she was naked, she thought twice about asking the couple on the
beach about where exactly she was. She could see the lights of a highway on
the horizon, and scrambled up the beach towards it, her sand covered limbs
flashing over the beach. She reached a cold water shower at the foot of a
long flight of stairs leading to the highway. Yanking the chain she stood
under the cold water shower in the early hours of a Japanese morning, and
washed the sand and sea off her svelte and statuesque body, and out of her
hair. Curiously, she did not feel cold at all.

Crossing the highway quickly, she disappeared into the city of Kagoshima,
terrified that someone would spot her. Just before dawn, she found herself
by an old warehouse in an industrial part of the city. Keeping to the
shadows, she had avoided detection, as very few people were up and around at
that time. She entered through an open window, and found herself on what
looked like a stage.

Rummaging frantically through the drawers and cupboards in the dressing
room, she found what looked like a black bodysuit. This was the only
clothing she could find.

{Well, its better than nothing, but it sure looks skimpy !}

She looked at it curiously. It seemed to have large sections missing. She
put it on, and walked to the front of the mirror. To her horror, the gaps
left her entire butt area and crotch exposed, as well as her nipples and
areolae. But it seemed to cover her breasts. The bodysuit was tight and form
fitting. As it was made out of lacy material, it did not hide the naked
aspect of her body, but seemed to enhance her nudity even more.

Her hands shot to her mouth in shock as she stared at her reflection in the
long mirror attached to the wall.

{OHmiGod !} she thought, miserably, {I cannot go out like this !}

In despair she ransacked the little theatre, but was unable to find any
garments of use. The only item she discovered were a set of large plastic
beads on a string, left to gather dust in one corner. {Obviously forgotten
by their owner !} She thought it was necklace, but it must have gotten wet,
because the dust had congealed and clung like fine clay to its surface.
Curiously there was no clasp to connect this "necklace" together. {Well, the
clasp must have gotten lost. As it is now, it cannot be hung round one's
neck.} Shrugging her shoulders she sequestered  herself in one of the
changerooms to wait for nightfall again.

Through the louvered windows, she could see the pale dawn creep over the
city, as she sat on the floor, her arms hugging her knees to her bountiful
chest. Her beautiful face rested on these finely made limbs, as she fingered
the beaded "necklace" absentmindedly.

end of part 7







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