Outside the porthole, the fierce wind smeared rain onto the transparent glass, and the view was filled with a lead-gray storm, under the heavy dark clouds, flashes of lightning could be seen faintly bursting, as if some primordial beast was roaring at the core of the storm.
Lorenzo held the few aviation manuals Oscar had torn for him in one hand, while the other hand pressed away on the complex control panel. After countless tries, Lorenzo finally got the big guy moving.
The iron whale traversed through the storm, and since taking off, the violent shaking hadn't stopped, as if countless giant hands were pounding on the airship. If not for carrying enough ballast, this civilian airship might have been swept up by the storm the moment it ascended, torn into pieces.
