Navigator – Chapter 1 – A Sunday Short Story

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“Move, move, move, haul a@_, Navigator!”

Shouted Areef Whittington III (code name: Old Sisyphus), racing across the hotel rooftop, while he retrieved the high-tech goggles from his breast pocket with his usual suave flare.

The high-tech goggles, affectionately named Odin’s eye, commenced its subroutine with soft whirring sounds. In five seconds Odin’s eye created a parachute inside a backpack which then strapped itself unaided to Old Sisyphus’ shoulders.

As Isabella Borbon (code name: Navigator) raced, in her Versace strap on stilettos, her arms paddled, almost oar-like, propelling her forward. Swiftly she caught up with Old Sisyphus:

“Ready?”

“Did you get it?”

“Yes, recorded and transmitted. Our job is done, old friend. Let us go home. Our ship awaits.”

Said Isabella as she donned her collapsible pair of Oden’s eye goggles hidden in her bosom, for there was little real estate elsewhere to conceal anything in her Vera Wang, body-hugging barely see-through white evening gown.

Meanwhile, her Odin’s eye goggles also created a parachute inside a backpack and strapped itself, hands-free, onto her shoulders), Isabella continued:

“Proceed my friend with phase two. Please signal that we are “coming out hot.”

No sooner than Old Sisyphus pressed the GPS beacon on his wrist to signal to their extraction team, that they were on their way down and in a hurry…

Suddenly, although not unexpectedly…

…came a loud whoompf as the rooftop door a few meters away swung open. The tungsten iridium-encased iron door slammed against an adjacent wall with a thunderous clamor.

Ten of the Sheikh’s elite security guards who had been chasing them since the ballroom incident, rushed onto the hotel rooftop a few short meters away from the two spies.

The Sheikh’s deadly elite security guards were not to be trifled with. As members of the legendary warrior Shishuh tribe of the Musanduum mountains, their reputations preceeded them.

Therefore, as the sword-wielding/throwing elite security guards burst through the rooftop access door…Isabella and Old Sisyphus decided to forgo any further pleasantries and leaped in unison off the exterior girders of the Burj Al Arab.

..and off its fifty-three-story turret into Dubai’s cool midnight ocean air.

Isabella’s body careened haplessly free-falling. Fighting the strong winds in the midnight breeze she forced her hands and body into an arrow shape and dove to try to catch up with Old Sisyphus.

One hundred meters below her and off to the far right was Old Sisyphus still in free-fall. Isabella could see through her goggles that he had attempted to steady himself with his arms and legs outstretched waiting for her to catch up…before they deployed it.

Isabella caught up with Old Sisyphus jolting his body as she clamped her legs and arms around his torso, accidentally poking him in the gut with her strap on stiletto heels. She clung on for dear life bracing herself from what was to come…

Then the two pulled their rip chords in unison. As the two parachutes expunged their fabric, unseen electronics stitched the two chutes together in seconds to form one massive twenty-meter high black sail/parachute flapping in the cool breeze of the night sky.

The sail/parachute was designed to mimic the iconic shape of the Burj Al Arab hotel to facilitate a discreet and controlled descent.

The force of the now gigantic sail/parachute jerked Isabella and Old Sisyphus violently, like entwined rag dolls on a string, floating them upwards and away from the prying eyes of the Burj Al Arab‘s scores of external cameras.

Their escape seemed to be going to plan…

Then…without warning… the sail-shaped high-tech parachute, exploded…

In seconds, a plume of orange and blue flames consumed the computer-generated sail-shaped parachute. Like a candle blown out at a birthday party, the strong winds snuffed out the fire leaving only a whimpering trail of grey smoke.

Isabella and Old Sisyphus were now in a perilous free-fall still clinging to one another…

Meanwhile back on the rooftop access to the Burj Al Arab in the stairwell…

Hiding in the shadows keeping out of sight of the retreating throng of the Sheikh’s elite guard scampering down the stairs back to their stations, was a tall lanky Bedouin (code named, Tomb).

His piercing eyes had seen death far too many times. He had even stopped counting the many faces that rose up to accuse him when he went to sleep each night. Skulking in the shadows, Tomb tapped his heavily encrypted communication earpiece once:

“Yeah, it’s me. It’s done.”

“Go down to ground level and make sure they are dead.” Replied the woman on the other end of the line…

****To Be Continued Next Sunday****

Published by Suzette Benjamin

Positive thinker, inspirational, writer, faith

74 thoughts on “Navigator – Chapter 1 – A Sunday Short Story

  1. 🧭Areef Whittington III (code name: Old Sisyphus), racing across the hotel rooftop, while he retrieved the high-tech goggles from his breast pocket with his usual suave flare.🧭

    Ooo do we have a male as our hero
    I love the title

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    1. What a brilliant idea! The eye of a poet/writer peeking in on the story as it unfolds…thank you, I’ll remember this tip for another story!
      Odin’s eye is part of an old mythological story where Odin (“el jefe” of all the Norse gods) gives up one of his eyes to gain something he considers far more valuable.😎.

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  2. 🧭As Isabella Borbon (code name: Navigator) raced, in her Versace strap on stilettos, her arms paddled, almost oar-like, propelling her forward. Swiftly she caught up with Old Sisyphus🧭

    Oh yes of course, what was I thinking . You mentioned last week, the new Isabella Borbon adventure
    Stilettos ma’am Stilettos? Hahaa she rolls like a Harold Robbins figure.

    🧭Vera Wang, body-hugging barely see-through white evening gown.🧭

    I loved looking at her wedding gowns. Well that was some time ago.

    Fashion and high technology it can’t get better
    I’m sure that is how Harrold Robbins thought while writing The Betsy.

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    1. High fashion is so fun in stories. One can get a way with formal wear without any reason for it…except… the “coolness” it conveys of the character’s demeanor and outlook.

      And of course one often feels better in general dressed in fabulous clothes (modestly priced items, for regular folks of course😊)

      I am humbled by the thought of Harold Robbins’ The Betsy even mentioned in any context to these little stories. You are most kind.

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      1. Oh yes, one can’t deny, these are the elements that contribute to exciting stores
        And of course the hardworking industry deserve a mention s8nce they clothe or design for our heroes.

        Well I’m sure others will compare these bits and pieces to the great works especially in short story of many outstanding writers or authors
        I remembered Harold Robbins in this context
        All deserving
        And you are welcome

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  3. 🧭The tungsten iridium-encased iron door slammed against an adjacent wall with a thunderous clamor.🧭

    Intriguing. I can’t tell if I’ve seen such doors before
    A pair of Oakleys for sure.

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    1. The aluminum cladding on the real Burj Al Arab’s exterior exoskeleton is designed to withstand: stand storms, wind and sea affects. Doors, especially exterior ones, like the helicopter rooftop access in the real Burj Al Arab, need special encasings to protect it

      * However, the “tungsten iridium encasing” is the author’s concoction/embellishment of the facts. 😊

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      1. Oh that is some fascinating architectural information and design.

        Lol, i love the word concoction and also embellishment.
        Makes sense, and indeed the writer’s prerogative

        Like

  4. 🧭As members of the legendary warrior Shishuh tribe of the Musanduum mountains,🧭

    Oh wow, just look where you are taking us. Or the emergence of a reclusive people
    Dwelling upon or below a mysterious mountain.

    Interesting location

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  5. 🧭code named, Tomb🧭

    Of course, this build up wouldn’t be complete without his appearance.

    🧭Replied the woman on the other end of the line…🧭

    Oh goodness, who be her
    The twin flame of Isabella is my guess.

    Riverting stuff.
    I will have you know, when I get back home I will also need a brand new pair of spectacles
    Set in a pair of Oakleys won’t be bad.

    Thrilling encounters of people and places, can’t wait for more.

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    1. Yes, your are so right, there must have a “tomb” here and there… in the story.

      More to come of course on “the woman”

      Glad you are enjoying this opening cursive volley into the tale.
      And yes to a pair of Oakley frames…classic style…indeed. 😎👓

      Thank you for your stellar support and discerning reading of the story/plot. Much appreciate, truly.
      Happy Sunday. Blessings.

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