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Ned smiled at the camera. "As you can see, International Rescue excels in large scale disaster scenarios. But that is not their only claim to fame. They have also been called upon to help in much smaller mishaps. Take February of this year for example. A freak Nor'easter blew up in northern New England, catching billionaire ex-astronaut, Jeff Tracy, and his pilot off guard."
"Their helijet went down near Black Mountain, in Jackson, New Hampshire. The storm was too severe for the local rescue personnel, and pilot Elise Collins managed to get a hold of IR. They flew through the blizzard, somehow managing to get both Ms. Collins and Mr. Tracy to Mount Sinai Hospital in New York."
"I took a news crew to the hospital and attempted to get a statement from Dianne Tracy." Ned shrugged a bit. "I was told, most emphatically, to 'Mind my own business.' While Tracy Industries did a marvelous job of keeping us updated on Mr. Tracy's progress, I tried to get to speak to the man himself. Unfortunately, this was impossible. As was speaking to Ms. Collins."
Ned smiled again. "I now take you to Jackson, New Hampshire with reporter, Tamara Poirier."
"Thank-you, Ned." Tamara, a short blonde woman, gestured behind her. "Here behind me, you see the location where billionaire Jefferson Tracy's helijet went down this past February." The camera panned outwards to show a small clearing, surrounded by red maples and white birch. The ground was covered in tall grass, but there were a few obvious bald spots on the forest floor.
"Nor'easters are not a rare occurrence here in New Hampshire. It's a miracle that Ms. Collins was able to get the helijet down as well as she did. There's no reason why either she or Mr. Tracy should even be alive. The Mount Washington Observatory told us that winds that night were over 80 mph, and wind-chill temperatures were well below zero. Survival rates are less than 10 percent in those conditions."
The camera panned around the small clearing, focusing on the broken tree limbs, now covered with moss and tiny flowers. "It's hard to believe this was the site of a near fatal crash. It's amazing how nature will reassert herself. Of course, having Tracy Industries here as soon as the blizzard was over to help with clean up didn't hurt either."
The camera focused on Tamara again. "It has since been confirmed that Mr. Tracy was here in NH buying a piece of property. We have been unable to gain permission to film the house, but according to public record, he bought an A-Frame ski lodge here in town."
"As you can see by my location, local authorities would have had a tough time getting here. Without International Rescue, Ms. Collins and Mr. Tracy may not have survived. In fact, I'm sure of it. This is Tamara Poirier from WJKS, Jackson, New Hampshire."
"Thanks, Tam." Ned turned back to the camera. "As I've said before, I tried repeatedly to talk to Mr. Tracy himself, but was unable to get an interview. He did however, issue this brief statement: 'Although I remember nothing of my rescue by International Rescue, I am very grateful for their sterling efforts on behalf of me and my pilot'."
"I suppose the best we could say is that International Rescue did it again. And if he could reach them, I'm sure Jeff Tracy would give them a big 'thank-you'."
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"...And if he could reach them, I'm sure Jeff Tracy would give them a big 'thank-you'."
Heather looked up from the book she had picked up at the hotel gift shop, and shook her head at the TV. "What an idiot. The man almost died! And Ned Cook's turning it into a media circus!" She turned off the television in disgust then got up and paced the room. She came to a stop near the window and stared out, not really seeing anything.
Elise Collins...I wonder if that's who I'm replacing? Or does Mr. Tracy have something else in mind for me altogether? I know the job is dangerous, how could it not be! But this wasn't even a rescue, just a freak act of nature. She shuddered, thinking of her own close call. I guess then all I can do is just do what I do best. Fly, and take care of those who need taking care of.
She stood there a moment longer, then sighed and went back to her reading.
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