Post by flippmoke on Dec 4, 2009 16:58:25 GMT -5
The weather was turning bleaker and despite their passes over the area for the past 30 minutes there had been no sign of Mike Rhea or David Allen who had both fallen out of the back of the Chicken Little during their last engagement.
"You sure they had on parachutes?" said Nigel as he looked out the window of the Medea as many of the other men aboard were doing, looking for any sign of the two men.
"Positive," said Kyle as he sigh slightly looking out the window before continuing, "I put Allen's on myself before the engagement. We did as you said before the engagement, everyone had one on."
God nothing ever turns out the right way for us, thought Nigel as he continued to stare out the window.
The snow was still falling all around them and it limited their visibility to less then a half mile, and they weren't helped by the fact that all the men were equipped with white parachutes which would easily blend in with the snow.
"You certain the wind would have pushed them this way?" questioned Nigel to the pilot of the Medea as he banked the aircraft yet again to turn around to take another pass at the area.
"As certain as I can be considering we weren't really paying attention to it at the time," said the Pilot with a slight shrug as he too began to look out in an attempt to find the men.
~~
Below the cold was already starting to set in for Mike Rhea, it had been almost an hour since he had landed his parachute onto the snow covered. The wind had picked up more since he had landed and his lack of cold weather gear was beginning to be a problem.
"Shit guys, where are you?" said Mike to himself as he could occasionally hear the roar of the Medea's engines but the fact that he couldn't see it didn't lend confidence enough to fire off his single flare.
Mike had not seen David Allen either who had fallen out of the aircraft at the same moment as himself, but he had moved around the area some to see if he could have found him. The glow of the sun was starting to fade even further, and knowing that the long arctic winter night was about to set in Mike had no choice but to begin to build shelter on the flat tundra.
Fucking survival training, I hated doing this during training, much less now, thought Mike as he was slowly making his way towards the only section he could see that building up the wind blown snow where perhaps he could be some shelter.
It took almost thirty minutes but Mike soon built a shelter, but frost bite was setting in on his finger tips and the cold wind whipping around his skin. Shaking he grabbed his rifle and laid inside the small hole in the snow barely large enough for him to fit inside. Grasping his rifle, Mike remained there waiting. Hoping for some sort of rescue.
"You sure they had on parachutes?" said Nigel as he looked out the window of the Medea as many of the other men aboard were doing, looking for any sign of the two men.
"Positive," said Kyle as he sigh slightly looking out the window before continuing, "I put Allen's on myself before the engagement. We did as you said before the engagement, everyone had one on."
God nothing ever turns out the right way for us, thought Nigel as he continued to stare out the window.
The snow was still falling all around them and it limited their visibility to less then a half mile, and they weren't helped by the fact that all the men were equipped with white parachutes which would easily blend in with the snow.
"You certain the wind would have pushed them this way?" questioned Nigel to the pilot of the Medea as he banked the aircraft yet again to turn around to take another pass at the area.
"As certain as I can be considering we weren't really paying attention to it at the time," said the Pilot with a slight shrug as he too began to look out in an attempt to find the men.
~~
Below the cold was already starting to set in for Mike Rhea, it had been almost an hour since he had landed his parachute onto the snow covered. The wind had picked up more since he had landed and his lack of cold weather gear was beginning to be a problem.
"Shit guys, where are you?" said Mike to himself as he could occasionally hear the roar of the Medea's engines but the fact that he couldn't see it didn't lend confidence enough to fire off his single flare.
Mike had not seen David Allen either who had fallen out of the aircraft at the same moment as himself, but he had moved around the area some to see if he could have found him. The glow of the sun was starting to fade even further, and knowing that the long arctic winter night was about to set in Mike had no choice but to begin to build shelter on the flat tundra.
Fucking survival training, I hated doing this during training, much less now, thought Mike as he was slowly making his way towards the only section he could see that building up the wind blown snow where perhaps he could be some shelter.
It took almost thirty minutes but Mike soon built a shelter, but frost bite was setting in on his finger tips and the cold wind whipping around his skin. Shaking he grabbed his rifle and laid inside the small hole in the snow barely large enough for him to fit inside. Grasping his rifle, Mike remained there waiting. Hoping for some sort of rescue.