Sarah looked back at the horizon, where the storm was moving away. "I think I'm ready for next year's chase." Elias smiled. "Next year, you’re leading the formation."
With a hiss of compressed air, three silver cylinders fell from Elias’s belly, their parachutes snapping open for a brief second before being sucked into the rotation. Sarah followed suit, her hands steadying as she saw her sensors sync with the ground station. The Escape "Pods are live! We’ve got the data!" Sarah yelled. tornado_scramble_for_sky_chase
But the atmosphere had other plans. A sudden downdraft slammed into Sarah’s wing, sending her scout plane into a terrifying spiral toward the dark soil below. Sarah looked back at the horizon, where the
"Level out! Flaps to full!" Elias dove, placing his plane between Sarah and the worst of the wind shear, creating a momentary pocket of calmer air. It was a risky "draft-block" maneuver. Sarah’s engine sputtered, then caught. She pulled back on the stick, clearing the treetops by a mere fifty feet. The Aftermath Sarah followed suit, her hands steadying as she
"Listen up," Elias barked over the rising wind. "This isn't about the trophy. We have twenty minutes before that cell touches down near the valley. Your sensors are the only eyes Oakhaven has. Get in, drop the pods, and get out." The Scramble