2018-06-15 Skyboard 3/4

I was standing on an experimental aircraft's open deck hundreds of feet in the air, the sun on my face and the wind in my hair.

I rolled the lab door closed and locked it. The box truck inside contained all my lab equipment and crucial supplies. I would probably be sore later from the exertion, but the night's packing put my tools one step further away from inquisitive eyes and prying fingers. With luck and some hard work, I would be driving that truck to a more secure location soon.

My physical activity had, so far, balanced my adrenaline production fairly well. I was excited and alert but did not have the shakes. I was focused and concentrating on not overlooking or forgetting anything. This was the big test, ahead of schedule and without the usual backstops. I was taking a gamble today, with my invention, my investment, and my personal safety.

The skyboard strained at its moorings in the predawn chill. The dew was heavy on the grass and would not burn off for hours. By that time, I hoped to be well on my way.