The Magnificent Flying Contraption

Tupper draws a blade from his pocket and cuts the nearest mooring rope, almost without thinking. His body nearly rebels, the fear of heights almost crippling him when the realization hits. "Surely we won't go high?"

The lawyer examines the unlikely crew: The rebellious niece, the overly brash reporter, the army doctor, and himself, a man with no business being on a ladder much less an experimental death-by-falling mechanical monstrosity.

He stands by Evelyn asked looks over the edge instantly regretting it. Vertigo sways his tall firm and he clutches her arm with one hand. "My pardon, I nearly swooned." He lets get go and wants to look away from the sight, but the analytical part of his mind admits that the view is wondrous indeed.

"My apologies, Doctor Brown. Did you say Dover?"