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Z-Day - 2:13 PM Central Time - Airfield 10 miles SW of Kearney, Nebraska
The Nebraska State Police Bell Jet Ranger flew in low over the airfield from the west. It slowed as it approached, hovering over the helipad twenty yards west of the control tower. Erica Spears gradually descended, landing gently on the pad, directly facing the tower. She turned off the engine and looked out of the cockpit at the two men who had emerged from the tower's wide open front entrance as the rotors gradually wound down. Bob Larkin could also see them quite well from the co-pilot's seat, and he could still see the sniper up on the tower's roof, who was watching them right back.

In the rear bench seat, Stephanie Bridges sat in the middle still typing rapidly on the laptop. On her left Dr. Brigetta Hausmann sat, her arm in a sling, looking out the window. Trooper Bo Richards sat on Stephanie's right, watching out the other window with his shotgun in his lap.

The men from the control tower wore National Guard uniforms and helmets. Julio Alvarez was a young Hispanic man who toted an M-4 and had a white armband with a red cross on his sleeve. The other, taller man was Harry Flynn. He wore a flight suit over his uniform. A rabbit's foot hung on a chain around his neck. He carried no rifle, but had a pistol on his belt.

Bob quickly gets out of the chopper to greet both men. Even his loose fitting orange flightsuit can't hide his broad and impressive shoulders. Both his pistols are visibly holstered on his belt, making no effort to hide them.

-Hi there! I'm Flynn and this is Alvarez. Hope you didn't have any trouble?

Alverez smiled and waved at the group inside the helicopter.

Bo opened his door and stepped out of the helicopter as well, standing beside Bob. The big Nebraska State Trooper cut an imposing figure. "I'm Trooper Bo Richards, Nebraska State Police," he said. "Nice to meet you guys. We were told you'd have some fuel for us." He looked Flynn and Alvarez over, but couldn't get much of an impression of them.

Stephanie looked up as she typed on the laptop. She smiled back at Alvarez and waved briefly with one hand before returning her attention fully to her work. "I don't really know these guys," she said, "but they seem friendly enough. I think we're going to be all right." Dr. Hausmann merely shrugged.

"I'm not sure," said Erica Spears. "I want to believe they've got our best interests at heart, but I've been burned before."

(Bob, roll Psychology to try to get an impression of Flynn and Alvarez. The base skill level is 5%. Flynn and Alvarez, you may roll Psychology as well to get an impression of the helicopter group. Also, everyone roll Spot Hidden, with a -5% penalty for Flynn and Alvarez due to your helmets.)

Alvarez looked at the people in the helicopter and tried to determine thier motives. He got the impression that they wanted to simply reful and move on quickly. He thought he saw that they had seen enough violence for today and did not want anymore. He figured that they were tired of what they had seen today. He also saw that most of the group trusted him and Flynn but that the pilot seemed suspcious since she did not like strangers. Alvarez also looked around the area in case some of those creatures came back. However he did not see anything to be alarmed about.

Flynn wasn't very worried about the group, only about the creatures.

Alverez said, "Well it looks like you guys are in a hurry. It will take 4 of us to move the fuel barrels from where they are stored to this helipad. Flynn and I can help but we will need two strong man, like you two." He said this pointing at Bob and Bo.

"No biggie. I'll have those barrels moved in no time." Bob answers as he read both men like an open book.

Near the tower-
Bo nodded. "Yes, let's go," he said. "Lead the way, guys." He and Bob followed Alvarez and Flynn to the east. The passed around the tower on the south side and kept going east, walking past the makeshift defensive barrier of stacked bodies that had been visible from the air. A line of six warehouses stood about fifty yards east of the tower. The southernmost one was due east of the tower, and the northernmost one was almost adjacent to the easternmost of the row of five hangars. A flatbed truck was parked in the gap between the first two warehouses on the south, facing west.

At the helicopter-
Stephanie saved her progress so far and continued working. "I've been at it exactly two hours now," she said. "Another two and I'll have finished. If I'm not done by the time we reach Omaha, I'll probably only need a few minutes to finish up."

"Well, it'll take about twenty minutes to refuel once they get back," said Erica. "The flight to Omaha will take another ninety."

Dr. Hausmann nodded. "I just hope we get there in time," she said.

"The sneaky bugger, northwest corner of the hanger, what is he hiding from?" Bob asks as he follows both men "We won't bite."

Near the tower-
"I spotted him too," said Bo, shrugging. "Not sure why he didn't want to be seen, but I guess he must have been afraid."

At the helicopter-
Dr. Hausmann was too distracted to notice anything, but Stephanie saw some movement. "I thought I saw a guy there," she said, "at the back of that big hangar, left side."

Erica Spears took a look. "Yeah, I see him."

(occ-Can I roll spot hidden again to see who they are talking about?)

Alvarez turned in surprise and said, "I am sorry i did not see anyone and i have no idea whom you are talking bout. As far as I know the only ones that should be near this area are you all and my group from the National Guard, and our air traffic controller whom you spoke to on the way here."

"A black man, civilian, looked pretty old." Bob says.

(occ-does Alvarez have a radio and if so can he radio this information to his CO or at least to the sniper?)

Alvarez got onto his radio and said, "Cpl and company, be aware that there has been sighted a black man near the northwest corner of the hanger. It looks like he is hiding from something or someone. Just thought you all might wish to know that. This is Alvarez, out."

(Erica Spears, Dr. Hausmann, and Stephanie are moving to this thread: Fly Girls

The others remain in the current thread.)

Outside Warehouse 1-
The voice of Simone Dawkins came over the radio: "Dawkins here. I can't see that location from up here. The hangar itself is blocking my view."

Gardner's voice came on next: "This is Gardner. I'm heading outside now, and I'll keep an eye out for him. It's probably the doc. Thanks for the heads up."

The four men reached the doors to Warehouse 1. The building was about fifteen feet high and had only one entrance, a pair of sliding doors on the west side. A length of chain had been looped through the door handles and a sturdy padlock held it in place. The door itself also had its own lock, though that one looked rather flimsy. Flynn had the keys to the warehouse as well as to the flatbed truck. A short distance to the north was Warehouse 2, which looked identical to the first one. To the south was open ground.