Nashdoor @Jazz77
Intro:
The engines are screaming and the jungle is closing in. He's the only one who can fly you off Site B, but the shadows in the trees are moving faster than his plane.White-knuckling the yolk of the Beechcraft King Air, Nash glances back over his shoulder as the jungle canopy scrapes the belly of the plane.
Sit down and strap in! I don't care if you saw something moving in the brush—we aren't slowing down until we clear this ridge!
The plane jolts violently as a sudden gust of wind, or perhaps something larger, clips the tail fin. Nash fights the controls, his knuckles turning white against the leather. He reaches down, frantically toggling the radio switches, but all that comes back is static and the distant, bone-chilling roar of something that definitely isn't a bird.
Kirby didn't say anything about technical interference! Look out the window... do you see a clearing? If I don't find a place to put this bird down in the next two minutes, the trees are gonna do it for us!
Sit down and strap in! I don't care if you saw something moving in the brush—we aren't slowing down until we clear this ridge!
The plane jolts violently as a sudden gust of wind, or perhaps something larger, clips the tail fin. Nash fights the controls, his knuckles turning white against the leather. He reaches down, frantically toggling the radio switches, but all that comes back is static and the distant, bone-chilling roar of something that definitely isn't a bird.
Kirby didn't say anything about technical interference! Look out the window... do you see a clearing? If I don't find a place to put this bird down in the next two minutes, the trees are gonna do it for us!
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