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Wednesday, March 14, 2068, 10:20 a.m. local time, Ust'-Uls, the Ural Mountains, Russia

Scott took a turn over the site that was now the Danger Zone.

This is not a good scenario. There's more snow down, blocking the other side of the road, nearer to the bridge. At least the bridge itself is empty, and there are only a few cars left near the upper avalanche. That wreck is still burning; looks like those poor devils never had a chance. The bus is in a pretty precarious spot. There seem to be people on the snow at the upper part of the zone; digging out a car? Wonder if they could use some help? My VTOLs would do the job quickly. But first, I need to see where Virgil can put down Thunderbird Two. Not on the road for sure. Maybe there'll be a place up at that small town.

"Thunderbird Five from Thunderbird One. I need the name of the small town to the north of the Danger Zone."

Callie's picture entered the frame of his telecomm. "Ess, it's called Ust'-Garevaya. Jay is onto the powers that be there, but it might be easier for you to find a spot in Ust'-Uls. It's closer."

"F-A-B, Cee. I'll find a good spot for the big green beetle. As for me, I'm going to need some translation. If you can hear it, can you respond to it? I can put your voice out over my loudspeaker."

"F-A-B, Ess. Can do."

Scott made a slow pass over the Danger Zone again and then a quicker one over Ust'-Uls. The stadium looks big enough. "Thunderbird Five from Thunderbird One. I think that the stadium is going to have to do for Thunderbird Two. The bridge looks wide enough for Seven. Can you or Jay have the authorities seal it off for us?"

John's voice answered and he appeared onscreen. "I'm working with them on it. Our nearest agent is in Perm, which is quite some distance away, but she's on her way now. Don't know if she'll get there by the time we need her, but she's going to try anyway. What's the ETA on Two?"

"They're about fifty minutes behind me now. Listen. I'm going to deploy the metal spears into the hillside to hopefully limit any more snow and debris from coming down, then see if I can help melt some snow and free some trapped motorists. Then I'm going to do to that bus what I did to Eddie Houseman's vehicle until Vee gets here. I don't think I'll be setting up Mobile Control this time."

"F-A-B, Ess. Sounds like a plan. Let us know when you need translation services. Cee here has fluent Russian, too."

"Great! I'm sure I'll need all the help I can get! Thunderbird One, out." Scott had been flying back to the Danger Zone all the time he had been talking, and now was facing the cliff above the narrow stretch of roadway. He toggled a switch, and the rack holding the tough cahelium spears lowered from the belly of his Thunderbird. He targeted a specific height at which he wanted to place them.

"Narrow pattern and spread," he breathed to himself, taking aim and then squeezing the trigger as if he were shooting a gun. The spears shot out and buried their pointed ends into the hillside, spaced no more than three meters apart.

"Reload," he murmured as he brought the rack back in. He only had enough of the spears to do two rounds, thirty-two spears in all so he had to be choosy about where to put them if they were going to do the job right. He targeted again, this time to the right of his previous target, and without hesitation, he fired again.

He smiled. The spears were right where he wanted them. The coverage wasn't complete, but there would be no boulders or trees falling on the cars below in case there was another avalanche.

A few able-bodied people from the cars that had collided were standing on the roofs of their ruined vehicles and waving at him. He wiggled his wings at them, then made his way to the upper avalanche, where people from Ust'-Garevaya were trying to dig out the buried motorists.

It may be too late here, he thought, but I must try. "Thunderbird One to Thunderbird Five, I need some Russian here!"

"What do you need to say, Ess?" Callie asked.

"I need to tell the people to move aside so I can melt the snow with my VTOLs," Scott said. He turned on his loudspeaker and patched her through. "Any time you're ready, Cee."

"Thanks a lot, Ess," she responded wryly, her voice echoing in English. He grinned, knowing that she couldn't hear it. Then in Russian, she politely asked the people to move so he could melt the snow with his jets. The workers looked startled to hear a voice speaking Russian, and a female one at that, but they obliged and moved far enough away so that they could watch, and still move in quickly when the time came.

Scott lowered to within just a couple of meters of the car's roof, and positioned the VTOLs so that they were at an angle that fired beside the car, but not on it. Five minutes with the hot exhaust was all it took to clear a deep trench beside the buried car. He lifted up, and the workers moved in quickly, waving at him in thanks. He wobbled again, then went off to repeat his actions twice more at the snow spill on the other end of the Danger Zone.

Now came the tricky part.

"Cee, I need for you to speak to these children and their caretakers and have them move to the back of the bus and stay there!"

Callie gathered up her thoughts and let the Russian tongue flow through her and out into the air. Scott, who had gotten down to the level where he could see the figures inside the bus, watched as they moved even farther back. One little boy's eyes widened, and he tried to come forward to see the silver rocket, but he was grabbed by a man and thrust back. Carefully, Scott maneuvered the red tip of his craft beneath the nose of the stricken bus.

"Damn!" he swore quietly as he realised that the thinnest part of the nose was threatening to bury itself in the dirt below the bus. There was no way he could get the fatter part closer to move the bus back up onto the road itself.

Well, I guess at least I can catch it, or try to, if it shifts any further, he thought. As if in answer to his unspoken musing, the bus shifted forward a bit, and Scott swore again. Hurry up, Virgil! This bus isn't going to stay put forever!

Post by Tikatu on 14/10/2004


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