Okay, next.
Let's see what I can muster up now.
-Cause of Death-
"A little to the left…" Duncan informed as he tried to befriend the wreck of a radio they tried to revive.
Pete did as he was told, and a couple of crackles sounded from the radio.
"A little more…"
"I don't have Coop's wingspan… You have to remember that…" Pete grunted, but tried stretching a little more left.
"Okay, climb a little higher then…" Dunc shrugged, glancing up at Pete who was climbing the trunk of a pine-like tree near him.
Pete grunted and started making his way further up the tree.
The radio crackled a little as Pete got higher.
"Try stretching a little to the left." Dunc shrugged, "It's worked better in that direction all along…"
Pete stretched as far as he could.
"A little more…"
"I can go higher, but I can't stretch wider…"
"Okay, higher then…" Dunc nodded.
"Or we could wait for Coop to come back from scouting the place and gathering wood…" Pete sighed, "It'd be easier."
"The old guys are probably freaking out enough as it is." Dunc shook his head, "We should have been back by now. But the helicopter is dead, our radio is toast… And we all took a little rough landing."
"Hey, we all walked away from it…" Pete tilted his head as he looked down at Dunc, "That's a good landing in my book."
Dunc chuckled a little morbidly, "Well, a good landing, knowing that we got shot out of the sky."
"We weren't shot out of the sky…" Pete shot back, "We flew at least 10-20 clicks after impact."
"Oh, I know…" Dunc almost barked back, almost, "That was not safe, and our 'pilot' deserves to sleep without a sleeping bag tonight for that stunt!"
Pete chuckled, "Hey, would you have preferred if we had to make an emergency landing there? Right in the middle of hostile territory?"
"No…" Dunc shook his head, "But I bet the landing would have been a bit smoother."
"Prolly not…" Pete sighed his legs still clasped tightly around the trunk of the tree. "The chopper did well up in the air, at least until the warning lights started flashing…"
"The motor could have given out while we were higher up too!"
"It gave out right before we were landing…" Pete shrugged, "Impact was a little hard, yeah… But, at least we made distance. And except for like fifty bruises each, we're good."
"Shut up, and try to climb a little higher…" Dunc growled, "Radio's still only crackling."
"Again?"
"Higher…" Dunc nodded.
"Peter Santorro. Cause of death: Duncan Johnson." Pete sighed and prepared to climb a little higher.
"You ain't dead yet…" Dunc shook his head, then the radio crackled and held a steady hum. "Wait! Hold it there! I'll try to get through!"
Pete nodded and tried to keep as still as possible while Dunc tried getting through.
A couple of minutes later, Dunc grinned and gave a thumb's up. "SUCCESS! They won't be coming before tomorrow, like we thought. But they know we're alive and they'll send someone."
"I can come down?" Pete asked, not afraid of letting hope creep into his voice.
"Yeah, Come on down…" Dunc nodded.
Okay, just a small, small bit.