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From: Tikatu Sent: 6/6/2006 2:02 PM

"Damn, it's hot out here!" Virgil had raised Thunderbird Two's chassis away from the pod, and had left the pod through the smaller access door. They were in the shade of the cargo carrier, but the sticky heat still hit with all its force.

"Hate to see what this is going to be like come afternoon," John observed, looking at his watch.

Gordon lifted his sun helmet, its orange trim showing brightly against the pale gray, and wiped his brow. "My hair's already sweaty." He started rolling the short sleeves of his shirt up to the shoulder.

Scott came over to meet them. "Good to see you." He led them out from under Thunderbird Two, and pointed upwards into the trees. "You can just make out the plane from here. One of the wings has sheared off already; I'll show Callie where it is. I'm not sure of the other wing's condition. I couldn't get close enough to see without possibly knocking the plane down further with my VTOLs."

"Well, let's get a look at it from down here, then we can go upstairs to get a better look," John said.

"Right. You two take the port side; Virge, you come with me. Watch out for snakes!"

"F-A-B!" Gordon said cheerily as he and John moved off into the trees.

Scott and Virgil moved together into the darkness of the jungle foliage, stepping carefully and glancing up once or twice to be sure of their bearings. They pushed vines out of the way, and Scott was glad for the Penelar work gloves that were now a part of the uniform. The bugs swarmed around them, but didn't bite.

"There it is," Virgil said, looking upward. "That wing looks pretty dicey. Wonder how much fuel they've used?"

"Considering the distance they've flown, and the probable size of those tanks, I'd say there's probably a quarter tank left. Maybe a bit more." Scott picked up a branch. "The crash sure took a lot of branches; this is freshly broken." He tapped his earphone. "What have you got over there, Quasar?"

John's voice sounded in both Scott and Virgil's ears, and in the ears of those back in the pod. "The plane is turned about a quarter way on to its side. The port wing has broken off, the starboard wing..."

His voice was cut off by the sudden sound of creaking, shearing metal, and a crashing of branches. Virgil looked up, his eyes widening.

"Scott!" he shouted. "Look out!"

Before Scott could look up, Virgil had tackled him, taking him deep into the undergrowth and away from the wing that crashed down through the trees behind them. The wing fell heavily with a loud noise and a rain of branches.

"Arrgh!"

His ears ringing from the noise of the crash, Scott didn't hear his brother's cry of pain, but as he tried to get up, he found Virgil still lying atop him, his teeth gritted.

"Virge! Virgil!" he cried, shaking his brother by the shoulders. "What's wrong?! Maverick to Doc! We have a man down!"

"F-A-B!" Dianne's voice sounded in his ear. "Where are you?"

John and Gordon came running over. "Scott? Virge?" John asked, reaching for Virgil. "What happened?"

Gordon looked upwards, then back down at his brother. "Looks like a branch came down..."

"My leg!" Virgil tried to pull his knee up to his chest with his hands, grimacing in pain. Some more branches fell, and the three uninjured Tracys practically threw themselves over the injured one to shield him.

"Where are you?" Dianne's voice became more insistent. "We can't get to you if we don't know where you are!"

Scott looked up at Gordon. "Go, and bring them here - but be careful! There's no telling how much more is going to come down!"

"F-A-B!" Gordon said. He looked upward, then headed towards the clearing, moving carefully and ducking low.




98% pure evil...and loving every minute of it.
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