The Case of the Mad Scientist

Chapter 11: Rehearsal

I accompanied Blaze Lane from our hotel to the Suntory Hall where Stella was going to put on her show in four days. The Hall had two auditoriums; she was getting the larger, one able to hold two thousand people. Right then, the seats were empty save for a few Japanese who I guess were management of the Hall. Stella and Tara were on the stage, supervising the assembly of what looked like a large aquarium. It was a steel framework with four glass walls. It stood on four legs with wheels almost a foot off the floor so that you could see there was nothing under it. The main part was around eight feet tall. Some guys were working on a hoist directly over the tank.

Blaze and I went down the aisle to take seats in the front row. As we watched, I got the impression that Stella and Tara had done this many times. They worked like a well-oiled machine, at times seeming to communicate without words. They were rising and lowering a steel cable from the hoist, and she was telling them that they had to move it over so it was directly over the tank at one end of the short distance it could travel sideways.

The trip to Japan had been relatively uneventful. We landed at Honolulu International but I didn’t have a chance to see any of the famous Hawaiian sights. We were driven by shuttle to the Hickham Air Force Base, which shares runways with Honolulu International, then loaded onto this humongous airplane. The crewman who helped us to our seats told us that it was a C5A Galaxy. Believe me, that thing was huge! He said the wingspan was two hundred and twenty-two feet and it was almost two hundred and fifty feet long. The cargo area was filled with boxes that he said were food and medical supplies for victims of the massive earthquake they had a couple months ago.

I had serious doubts about whether or not this thing could possibly fly. It was impossible to imagine that much metal could push itself into the sky. When I expressed doubts, the crewman laughed and told me it was one of these planes that put the Space Shuttle on its back and flew it around.

Where we were sitting, there were no windows. A few minutes after we were seat belted in, there came this whine/roar from one side, then the other as they fired up those big engines. For a long time we didn’t seem to be moving, and I had to wonder why they were just sitting there and not taking off. Eventually, the noise increased and I could feel the plane moving. The crewman who had helped us returned, took a seat and grinned. After some moving and turning, we stopped again. Then the whining noise really got loud. The whole plane seemed to shudder, like a wild beast eager to run. It seemed like minutes were passing and all we were doing was racing down the runway. Then the floor tilted and that huge beast was climbing for the clouds.

the green flight suit just grinned. I guess this was old hat to him, but I found it a little frightening. On commercial airliners, everything seems to go smoothly. On this thing, there was shaking, far too much noise and a feeling that it was really straining to keep in the air. Right then I was remembering something my old granddad used to tell me:

a roller coaster ride. I leaned back, tilted my hat over my

We didn’t crash.

a little prayer of thanks when the hatch

up. Like a giant mouth,

comfortably under my trench

performer. “There was this one time that I saw her all tied up, gagged and then stuffed into

“The old switcher-roo, huh?”

Blaze continued. “We had quite a few private lessons.