Contract with God aka The Moses Expedition

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20 July 2006

MOSES 1: Behemoth, Moses 1 here. Do you read me?

BEHEMOTH: Behemoth. Good morning, Mr Russell.

MOSES 1: Hello, Thomas. How are you?

BEHEMOTH: You know, sir. A lot of heat, but I think those of us born in Copenhagen can never get enough of it. How can I help?

MOSES 1: Thomas, Mr Kayn needs the BA-609 in a half-hour. We have to make an emergency pick-up. Tell the pilot to carry the maximum payload of fuel.

BEHEMOTH: Sir, I’m afraid that is going to be impossible. We’ve just received a communication from the Aqaba harbourmaster informing us that a giant sandstorm is moving across the area between the port and your location. They’ve suspended all air traffic until 1800 hours.

MOSES 1: Thomas, I’d like you to clarify something for me. Does the side of your ship bear the insignia of the port of Aqaba or of Kayn Industries?

BEHEMOTH: Kayn Industries, sir.

MOSES 1: I thought so. Another thing. Did you happen to hear me when I told you the name of the person who requires the BA-609?

BEHEMOTH: Hmm, yes, sir. Mr Kayn, sir.

MOSES 1: Very well, Thomas. Then please be so kind as to follow the orders I have given you, or you and the entire crew of that tub will be out of a job within the month. Have I made myself clear?

BEHEMOTH: Perfectly clear, sir. The aircraft will be heading your way immediately.

MOSES 1: Always a pleasure, Thomas. Over and out.