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"I can't raise the command center" John muttered with a pointed frown. "It's almost as if the signal's being blocked." The furrows on his brow deepened as he gazed at the array of blinking lights and monitors before him.
Brains gave a small sound of annoyance. The storm's just messing with the c-c-c-communications is a-a-all." He said with a similar frown.
O.o.O
"I can't reach Brains or John" Scott muttered. "How long does it take to fix a comm problem? I can't even pick up command control. Shouldn't I be able to at least do that?" he questioned.
Jeff gave his son a hurried glance. "Look, Scott, we don't have time to worry about that right now. It dangerous enough as is and on top of that we don't have communications. Focus! They'll be fine." The commander rebuked his son.
"Yes sir" Scott responded mechanically. His father was probably right; it was just a minor glitch. With a new determination, Scott resumed his task of looking for people lost in the snow.
o.O.o
Aislynn groped in the pitch black for a few minutes before locating a flashlight. She flipped it on and resolutely pushed open the door. Immediately, she was almost knocked over by a strong gust of wind. Her weight shifted to her injured ankle and she hissed in pain. The door was slammed shut and she decided she would have a better chance getting to the generator shed then back into the villa. Her body was struck by debris of various sizes; she groaned at the mere thought of the bruises she would have in the morning.
Various shadows flickered in the thin, piercing beam of her flashlight. With a weary determination, she forced herself to persevere to the generator shed. In the thin beam of light she glanced at the ruins of the shed in front of her. Dismayed, she sprinted the rest of the way and found the generators smashed to bits beneath a rather weighty tree branch.
She frowned. Without running generators, it would be rather pointless to try and fix the antenna. "Mrrrnhh" she groaned in annoyance. The backup generators were in the hangers –on the other side of the compound. They had to be turned on manually in cases like this. The antenna receiver was at the top of the tallest roof of the villa.
Ash glanced at the forboding shape of her own house. Now all she had to do was climb it and fix the antenna. "What could be easier?" she muttered as she hoisted herself up onto a balcony and then to a roof.
O.o.O
Virgil carefully maneuvered his 'bird as close to the mountain as he could without setting off another avalanche. "OK Gordon, I can't get any closer. They're all yours." He was referring to a group of stranded skiers. They had realized the danger they were in when the snow buildup above them shifted. Rather than try to outrun the inevitable cascade of snow, they had stayed put as not to risk triggering the snow.
Very carefully, Gordon deployed safety lines a good deal away from the buildup. This was going to be tricky.
Another chapter…in like a week. That's some sort of record for me, I think! Hope you enjoyed; reviews GREATLY appreciated.