The Storm
Chapter 5: Chaos
A/N:
Terribly sorry for the late chapter. I was and still am ill and as such was not at my best. Life is still busy so that did not help. However I was greatly motivated by the amazing 'Man of Constant Sorrow' who left a great review that just helped to push me on.
Oh StormCloud7395 (hehe same name as story...I'll stop) I pay a lot of attention to my stories, its like a cinema in my head. True it doesn't show very well in my writing because I am still working on my describing but expect lots of attention to detail behind the scenes.
I'm getting a good friend of mine onboard to help me with the plot. I think two minds would be better in making this plot brilliant. Only problem is, well he's the frick-frack kind. So folks, would you like smut? It will not take over the story, in fact it will only be a few scenes unless but I want to hear from you.
Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen
Read on, and stay awesome y'all
"Son of a.." Duke cursed as a wall of ice erupted in their path, his driver just managing to veer out of the way. One side of the car left the ground for a split second, causing Duke to tighten his grip painfully.
"That's assault right there," the car radio crackled into life. Duke swung himself back into his seat as the radio continued its chatter, the sound slightly muffled.
"Negative! I repeat negative, we need her alive!" Duke shouted into the radio.
"Duke she's…she's firing at us for goodness sakes! I say we put an end to this now!"
"Echo Two stand down! Dammit stand down!"
"Duke have you…" the radio suddenly let out a sharp hiss and Duke turned in his seat to check on the other Mercedes. He watched in shock as the car was thrown into the air as a wall of ice slammed up on its underside. The Mercedes rolled in the air before crashing on the ice. Glass and metal exploded as the car continued to roll violently, carried by its momentum. As quickly as it started however the car came to a rest upturned, replacing the sleek car with a mangled mass of metal. He uttered a curse under his breath as he turned back forward. His driver had obviously seen the fate of the other Mercedes because the man had turned sickeningly white, his breathing erratic.
"Get a grip will you? And keep your eyes on the ice," Duke reprimanded his driver. The man nodded as he wiped sweat off his brow. They sat in tense silence as the car raced onwards.
"Echo One this is Sierra; Echo One this is Sierra do you copy over?" the radio broke the short silence in the car.
"Sierra, Echo One here go ahead," Duke replied as the familiar sound of gravity being beat into submission roared behind them. Peering out the window, he watched on as the large silhouette flew right over him. The helicopter was flying daringly low, Duke estimated about 100 feet plus.
"Echo Two down, Mobile advises extreme measures over?"
"Negative, overridden," Duke hissed into the radio, the Queen was of no use dead. How many times did he have to repeat himself?
"Roger that. We have a tango running ahead of you, assuming it's the Queen?"
"Affirmitive, that's the Queen," Duke confirmed as he returned back to his seat. He turned his attention to the in-built display unit of the car, fiddling with the buttons. "Requesting visual relay Sierra to Echo One; requesting visual relay Sierra to Echo One," Duke shouted into the radio as the downwash of the helicopter shook the car and the sound of the rotors overwhelmed his ears.
"Roger that. Standby for visual relay Echo One, standby," came the reply from the helicopter. Duke was more focused on the ice ahead however as multiple walls of ice erupted about. The obstacles should have been no threat but with the speeds they were driving at and the slippery ice, it was a recipe for disaster. His driver's breathing became heavy as the man weaved the car through the obstructions, cutting it too close for comfort. A left or a right, go straight and you're done for. One particular maneuver had them scraping the entire left side of the car. It was a small price to pay however, Duke knew he could not risk losing his target.
His attention was turned to the display when it finally lit up, establishing a relay of the helicopter's visual equipment. It took a while to adjust to the small screen for his eyes were getting terribly old after all. The display was of pretty poor quality but it would suffice.
"She's approaching land up ahead, uh that should be Kolbjornsvik…no Aust-Agder" the pilot informed.
"Roger that, authorize use of non-lethal weaponry to cut her off," Duke said with a distracted voice as he studied the Queen. She was running fast, her legs were just a blue blur. As if that was shocking, her left hand was out behind her sending off blasts of blue light. Duke did not know what to think of it. Was it really magic?
"Wind speed just picked up, looks like a storm just came out of nowhere," the radio broke him from his thoughts. He looked out the windows to see the clouds closing very quickly on them, covering up the evening sky. Once the clouds formed a thick layer, it began to snow heavily. The sudden change in weather or season for that matter, reduced visibility significantly and was a general cause for alarm. It had all happen in a matter of seconds.
"Uh we've lost visual, switching to IR standby," the pilot spoke again, this time hurriedly. Duke fiddled with the radio to have full coverage of the helicopter's crew.
"Talk to me, Buck," the pilot said to what Duke presumed to be his co-pilot.
"We just lost twenty-six percent lift power sir. Change in weather got to her real good. Must be thin air, whatever it is the main rotor is destabilizing. Tail rotor ought to stabilize short of max-sustainable….maybe. Ain't no emergency yet but I'll keep an eye on it PJ," Buck, the co-pilot notified. Duke knew however that it was an understatement, the helicopter was losing precious power to drag it around and with it's current altitude it was a critical situation.
"Fine, Buck let's go hot. See what it does," PJ the pilot growled.
"Roger that sir, notching the cyclic," Buck replied quickly.
Duke was having difficulty in watching the helicopter but he knew and could imagine what they were doing. The pilot was trading lift for forwards momentum, in hopes that it would sustain their flight.
"Woah I'm getting some weird readings on the valves," Buck called out all of a sudden. "I think we have a P3 leak here. Possible pressure bleed leak, must be sudden snap in temperature. I'm losing some Nf speed and some Ng speed sir. T5 is coming up a little."
Duke and PJ cursed at the report. It meant that right over the crew's head, a spring had broken opening a valve wider than it was supposed to be. It released bleed air supposed to recirculate within the turboshaft engine. If Duke remembered correctly, that reduced combustion in the engine, and was manifested in reduced Nf or free-power turbine speed, also in Ng power from the gas-producer turbine, and finally the loss of air volume would result in increased tail pipe temperature, T5.
"Don't say we can do a HIFR," Buck said jokingly.
"Don't count on it kid, keep an eye on the anti-torque," PJ snapped.
Duke glanced at the display now giving off eerie colors. The infra-red display easily picked up the Queen amidst all the wintry chaos. His attention was broken when he heard a PJ shout aloud in panic. Duke shot his eyes up to watch the helicopter ahead.
The tail of the helicopter swung left and right as the anti-torque began to give out. Duke could hear the distinctive scream of the turboshaft engine as the helicopter desperately clawed for air like it was struggling to breathe.
"Sierra! Sierra talk to me!" Duke exclaimed.
"We're losing collective sir, air's too thin!" The pilot exclaimed, panic in his voice.
"Break Sierra, pull up!"
"Negative! Negative!"
"Pull up!" Duke screamed.
"Mayday! Mayday! Sierra going down!"
Duke watched in dismay as the pilot lost the fight and the helicopter began to drop. All too soon the nose dipped, leaning the helicopter too far forward and the blades came into contact with the ice. In a blink of an eye, shrapnel was everywhere as the blades spun into oblivion. The helicopter crashed nose first before spinning on the ice uncontrollably. Duke tensed as the helicopter's tail flung out of the carnage and straight towards them. Tires screamed when his driver slammed the brakes, swerving the car in hopes of avoiding impending doom. But it only served to spin the car out of control, heightening their fears. Duke clenched his eyes shut when he heard the sickening crunch of metal when the tail smashed into their car. The force was so powerful that Duke felt the car instantly stop.
"Look out!" Anna screamed as she watched the carnage unfold before her. Hans steered out of harms way and held on to the steering tight as the shrapnel came dangerously close to their car. His change in focus caused him to overlook the drop ahead where the ice ended and the beach began.
The car dipped low, digging into the sand forcefully. It immediately stopped the car and threw them out of their seats. Hans still had his foot on the accelerator and the car kept its advance. By the time they had came to their senses, the engine let out a deafening screech and bangs before giving out a thick black smoke. The engine immediately died with a loud whine and the Aston Martin Rapide S slumped into the ditch. Hans slammed the steering wheel with both hands in anger but it was quickly gone when Anna suddenly exited the vehicle.
"Anna! Where are you going?" Hans called out to the fleeing redhead.
"After my sister, I'm not giving up!" Anna replied energetically as she popped her head back into the car.
"Anna, no! It's too dangerous," Hans exclaimed quickly.
"I'll be fine Hans, you can come along if you want but I'm going anyways," Anna assured as she leaned back out.
Hans took a glance at the carnage behind him and tried his best to hide his anger. "No, I can't go on," Hans spoke lowly.
"It's alright, I am more than capable," Anna said as she backed up from the car.
"Are you sure you can trust her? I don't want you getting hurt,"
"She's my sister," Anna replied with a wide smile, "She would never hurt me."
Anna took off in a sprint, following a trail of frost. Her adrenaline was in full swing and with little difficulty she climbed onto one of the many piers. She took one last look back before sprinting off again.
Hans waited till she was out of sight before pulling out his cellphone. He was going to have to make some angry phone calls to some incompetent bafoons.
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