~ Strings of Tension ~
Waiting was the hardest, especially for the inevitable.
"Why aren't you doing anything?"
They were the Storm Hawks, one of the most talented squadrons of their generation. They had battled Murk Raiders, Raptors, and Cyclonians. They had always made out alive, and together.
"All you do is stare out at the snow, Piper. Help isn't coming, let's face it!"
Then Aerrow and Radarr had vanished and it had all gone to hell.
"Stop yelling at me, Finn! Look, I'm trying! I really am!"
She wasn't sure how Aerrow had managed it all those years. Not the plans or the schemes, or the fighting. Piper knew that. Heck, she developed well over half of their tactics. It was the morale. Keeping the family together.
"Trying? Trying? You're just having us sit here and wait! That looks like a whole lot of nothing, Piper!"
The stress was making her sick. She hadn't been able to keep anything down for days. Not that they had much food left. Just another worry to add to the list; if they didn't freeze to death then they could starve. Not that it seemed to matter. As Stork would say, they were doomed. Junko seemed to be the only one that would have a painless death, what with all the painkillers he was on. It wouldn't be long now, though.
Yes, waiting was the hardest.