IC-THRU-Iroquois Down(Chapter 3 characters/Phillips/Duran)
Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 2:00 am
Z-Day - 12:23 PM Mountain Time - At the motel
In the helicopter-
Lt. Alan Curtis watched in shock as the dead bodies rose and were just as quickly shot down, but he managed to keep it together. "All clear!" he shouted so those at the motel could hear. Then he made his way forward to the ruined cockpit and helped Senior Airman Roger Coltrane drag the bewildered Airman Brian Kincaid outside. "Hodges, Cole, get the co-pilot out before this thing blows!"
Airman Frank Hodges and Airman Thomas Cole lifted Lt. Rebecca Doolittle from the co-pilot's seat and looped her arms over their shoulders. The hysterical co-pilot continued to shriek as they pulled her out of the wreckage.
Keith Deeds lowered his rifle and put an arm around his brother Bill Black. "It's okay, Tsuba," he said. "I know, man. I freaked out too. It's okay. Come on, let's get moving." He somehow dragged his heavier, stronger brother out the exit. "Can you two manage to get out on your own?" he asked, turning back to Airman Gordon Cheng and Airman Greg Applebee. The two badly wounded men were capable of moving under their own power now, albeit slowly.
Outside the helicopter-
Lisa Crow gasped when she saw Keith bringing her boyfriend out and took in the horrified expressions on both of their faces. "What happened in there?!" she asked.
"Just be glad you didn't see it," said Keith. "We're okay, just...shaken. But these guys are gonna need help. We've got to get away from that bird before she explodes. Get on the bike, I'll put Tsuba on the back."
Northwest of the motel-
Duran and Phillips returned to the parking lot when they saw the wounded emerging from the helicopter. "Prepare to receive wounded!" called Phillips up to the balcony.
"You guys looking to stick around here?" Duran asked the bikers.
"Not for long," said Clarence Deeds, their aging leader. "We were hoping to refuel and maybe trade for supplies, then we'll be on our way. Got to keep moving, stay ahead of the hordes. Not sure why you boys are holding your position."
"This position must be held, otherwise we wouldn't be here. We've got orders. I'm not at liberty to say more, sir."
"Well, that's very commendable of you," said Clarence's wife Amanda. "I can help with your wounded. I'm a nurse, and I've got lots of experience - guess that's obvious." She fingered her gray hair.
Sue Newton stood beside her husband Lewie. "I bet you could help out too, honey," she said. "Not just their physical wounds, I mean. Judging from that screaming, they're pretty shaken up."
"I know what you mean," said Colin Lewis. "I couldn't even see what happened, but my teeth are already on edge."
His buddy Joe Soarez clapped him on the shoulder. "It'll be all right, man."
Melinda Christie still sat in the passenger seat of Keith's pickup truck, watching him pull his brother out of the smoking helicopter. Ernest Granger remained on his perch on top of his horse trailer, and Dr. Dale Owens stood outside his SUV, where his young son Adrian slept in the shotgun seat.
(Ernest, if you want to get back down, roll Climb. You can ask someone below to help you down, just in case. You are also free to remain up there. If anyone wants to see into the grass and hasn't already succeeded at a roll, roll Spot Hidden.)
In the helicopter-
Lt. Alan Curtis watched in shock as the dead bodies rose and were just as quickly shot down, but he managed to keep it together. "All clear!" he shouted so those at the motel could hear. Then he made his way forward to the ruined cockpit and helped Senior Airman Roger Coltrane drag the bewildered Airman Brian Kincaid outside. "Hodges, Cole, get the co-pilot out before this thing blows!"
Airman Frank Hodges and Airman Thomas Cole lifted Lt. Rebecca Doolittle from the co-pilot's seat and looped her arms over their shoulders. The hysterical co-pilot continued to shriek as they pulled her out of the wreckage.
Keith Deeds lowered his rifle and put an arm around his brother Bill Black. "It's okay, Tsuba," he said. "I know, man. I freaked out too. It's okay. Come on, let's get moving." He somehow dragged his heavier, stronger brother out the exit. "Can you two manage to get out on your own?" he asked, turning back to Airman Gordon Cheng and Airman Greg Applebee. The two badly wounded men were capable of moving under their own power now, albeit slowly.
Outside the helicopter-
Lisa Crow gasped when she saw Keith bringing her boyfriend out and took in the horrified expressions on both of their faces. "What happened in there?!" she asked.
"Just be glad you didn't see it," said Keith. "We're okay, just...shaken. But these guys are gonna need help. We've got to get away from that bird before she explodes. Get on the bike, I'll put Tsuba on the back."
Northwest of the motel-
Duran and Phillips returned to the parking lot when they saw the wounded emerging from the helicopter. "Prepare to receive wounded!" called Phillips up to the balcony.
"You guys looking to stick around here?" Duran asked the bikers.
"Not for long," said Clarence Deeds, their aging leader. "We were hoping to refuel and maybe trade for supplies, then we'll be on our way. Got to keep moving, stay ahead of the hordes. Not sure why you boys are holding your position."
"This position must be held, otherwise we wouldn't be here. We've got orders. I'm not at liberty to say more, sir."
"Well, that's very commendable of you," said Clarence's wife Amanda. "I can help with your wounded. I'm a nurse, and I've got lots of experience - guess that's obvious." She fingered her gray hair.
Sue Newton stood beside her husband Lewie. "I bet you could help out too, honey," she said. "Not just their physical wounds, I mean. Judging from that screaming, they're pretty shaken up."
"I know what you mean," said Colin Lewis. "I couldn't even see what happened, but my teeth are already on edge."
His buddy Joe Soarez clapped him on the shoulder. "It'll be all right, man."
Melinda Christie still sat in the passenger seat of Keith's pickup truck, watching him pull his brother out of the smoking helicopter. Ernest Granger remained on his perch on top of his horse trailer, and Dr. Dale Owens stood outside his SUV, where his young son Adrian slept in the shotgun seat.
(Ernest, if you want to get back down, roll Climb. You can ask someone below to help you down, just in case. You are also free to remain up there. If anyone wants to see into the grass and hasn't already succeeded at a roll, roll Spot Hidden.)