5: Team Five

Team Five consisted mostly of rookie forklift drivers. As the buzzer sounded, they rolled out of their bunks, donned their matching shirts with oversized number fives on their backs, and jogged off to their vehicles, parked in area five and each marked with an individual number five. Ross sat nervously as he struggled with the parking brake. Until he had it in position, his machine honked at him ceaselessly. Finally he released it, and he rolled out in formation with the others, and, for a split second, the look magnified by his glasses changed from one of fear to one of being lost. They were each equipped with radios to stay co-ordinated. Ace was the senior and the dominant voice on their frequency. 'Just remember what I said, boys. Whatever you do, stay in your forklift. The worst that can happen is we all stop and take some extra time to regain control of the situation.' Team Five were naval forklift operators. Ross had never seen a destroyer out of the water before. That wasn't enough for his employers, though. They needed that beast loaded onto a freight car. (A naval freight car.) Ace's voice came through loud and clear on Ross's radio. 'Okay, first we have to flip it over so the flat side is facing down. Everyone over to one side!' Ross complied and joined his team mates in the maneuver. They focused their forks on key stress points along the keel and all lifted in unison, and when the earth shook a second time, they knew the ship was sitting the way they needed it. Ace had assigned everyone on the team a code name and Ross's was Aging Loner. 'Aging Loner, this is Alpha One. Attach your giant chain and hook, and drive over to co-ordinates three five zero- niner!' 'Do I have to?' whimpered Ross. 'I survived a ship that was sunk by a destroyer as a child.' 'Yes,' answered the voice. Ross felt dread creeping up on him as he took his place in the circle. He had hoped they were going to lift from below with the forks. He felt more secure that way than by using the chains. Soon the great vessel was hovering amid them. Up, up, up it needed to be raised before it reached its platform. The higher it got, the more nervous Ross became. It began swinging to and fro, humbling him in its terrible shadow. He wished he didn't have to look at it, but that was his job. Then something unexpected happened. The ship spun around and appeared to aim all its guns straight at him. He shrieked and baled out immediately. 'Aging Loner, return to your post! Aging Loner, this is Alpha One. Return to your post!'
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