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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4571799" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Jack Frost: Part 5 – The Howl of Sirens</strong></p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean and Hammer dropped Howell off at the base. They scarcely arrived before the howl of the emergency sirens went off. Sprague summoned them to his tent.</p><p></p><p>“Fifteen minutes ago, one of the reconnaissance helicopters crashed while attempting to return to the base, probably due to the weather conditions.”</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean and Hammer exchanged glances. They knew what caused the crash.</p><p></p><p>“We’re having the chopper defrosted now. I want you to go out there and find out what happened.”</p><p></p><p>“We know what happened,” interrupted Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>Sprague crossed his arms. “You can give me your report when you get back. Tucker is running circles around us and I want you two to get the jump on him before he gets there. ”</p><p></p><p>“But sir—“ began Hammer.</p><p></p><p>“NOW,” said Sprague, brooking no argument. </p><p></p><p>Hammer and Jim-Bean joined a chopper pilot at the recently defrosted helicopter. It was already gearing up for takeoff when they arrived. </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean donned noise canceling headphones. “Does anyone else think it’s a bad idea to use one helicopter in bad weather to find another helicopter in bad weather?”.</p><p></p><p>“Don’t worry!” shouted the pilot. “The designer probably wouldn’t be pleased with this method of flight prep, the helicopter’s advanced construction makes it able to withstand the stresses of freezes and thaws. Once airborne and powered up, the heating elements incorporated into the helicopter will be adequate to keep the ice formation down to a minimum.”</p><p></p><p>“That makes me feel much better,” said Jim-Bean. </p><p></p><p>The chopper took off. It occurred to Hammer after they left that they had the only remaining reconnaissance helicopter. Tucker and his men would have to commandeer one of the transport helicopters or look for the down chopper by Humvee. Sprague had given them a jump on the competition.</p><p></p><p>“There!” shouted Hammer. </p><p></p><p>The missing reconnaissance helicopter was partially buried in snow. It seemed to have suffered little damage, although it is was laying on its side and its rotor was smashed. All of the helicopter’s doors were open, but no bodies were visible from the air.</p><p></p><p>“Can you set us down?”</p><p></p><p>The pilot shook his head. “It’s too dangerous! The tree line is so close…”</p><p></p><p>“Zip lines,” said Jim-Bean to Hammer with a grin. “Like the good old days.”</p><p></p><p>They rappelled down to the frozen ground. Jim-Bean shrugged on the flamethrower pack and lit it. The chopper took off. </p><p></p><p>“You’re seriously going to walk around with that thing on your back?” asked Hammer.</p><p></p><p>“We’re dealing with snow beasts,” said Jim-Bean. “You’ll thank me later.”</p><p></p><p>Hammer inspected the crash site. “The landing wasn’t too bad,” he said. “The crew should have survived.” Around the helicopter were thick drifts of snow.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean bent down to peer at a metallic object lying in the snow. “Look at this.”</p><p></p><p>It was nine millimeter automatic pistol with four shell casings scattered on the ice. </p><p></p><p>They crept up to the helicopter, pistols out. It was abandoned, with snow already beginning to collect through the open doors.</p><p></p><p>“Hammer,” said Jim-Bean. He pointed at one of the drifts behind the helicopter.</p><p></p><p>A body was partially concealed, boots sticking out of the snow. </p><p></p><p>“Hello?” asked Hammer.</p><p></p><p>The body twitched. </p><p></p><p>Hammer walked over to the body. “Hello? You okay?” He brushed the snow off the body.</p><p></p><p>It was one of Warner’s men. His name tag identified him as Lieutenant Daniel Jones.</p><p></p><p>“Jim-Bean, I think—“</p><p></p><p>The corpse cracked to life as it sat straight up, moaning.</p><p></p><p>“DUCK!” shouted Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>Hammer flattened himself to the ground. Jim-Bean let loose with the flamethrower.</p><p></p><p>The blast of fire staggered the frozen corpse. It slowly rose to its feet.</p><p></p><p>Hammer rolled away and came up with his Glocks out. Jim-Bean stumbled as frozen hands grabbed for his ankles.</p><p></p><p>“What the hell?” The blast of flame went wide.</p><p></p><p>Another frozen corpse, a female scientist, lumbered out of the snow. Her nametag identified her as Dr. Rachel Tsung.</p><p></p><p>Hammer took careful aim and unleashed both clips into her head. </p><p></p><p>The corpse moaned and turned to face him, the shattered remains of her head chipping away. Hammer backed up and started to reload.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean recovered. He torched the hell out of Jones. This time the body went down, almost completely incinerated.</p><p></p><p>Tsung turned to face Jim-Bean. At point blank range, he turned the gout of flame on the corpse’s torso. It went silently down, melting into a puddle of burnt flesh and water.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean was still panting from the exertion. “Told you…” he said to Hammer, “you’d thank me later…”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4571799, member: 3285"] [b]Jack Frost: Part 5 – The Howl of Sirens[/b] Jim-Bean and Hammer dropped Howell off at the base. They scarcely arrived before the howl of the emergency sirens went off. Sprague summoned them to his tent. “Fifteen minutes ago, one of the reconnaissance helicopters crashed while attempting to return to the base, probably due to the weather conditions.” Jim-Bean and Hammer exchanged glances. They knew what caused the crash. “We’re having the chopper defrosted now. I want you to go out there and find out what happened.” “We know what happened,” interrupted Jim-Bean. Sprague crossed his arms. “You can give me your report when you get back. Tucker is running circles around us and I want you two to get the jump on him before he gets there. ” “But sir—“ began Hammer. “NOW,” said Sprague, brooking no argument. Hammer and Jim-Bean joined a chopper pilot at the recently defrosted helicopter. It was already gearing up for takeoff when they arrived. Jim-Bean donned noise canceling headphones. “Does anyone else think it’s a bad idea to use one helicopter in bad weather to find another helicopter in bad weather?”. “Don’t worry!” shouted the pilot. “The designer probably wouldn’t be pleased with this method of flight prep, the helicopter’s advanced construction makes it able to withstand the stresses of freezes and thaws. Once airborne and powered up, the heating elements incorporated into the helicopter will be adequate to keep the ice formation down to a minimum.” “That makes me feel much better,” said Jim-Bean. The chopper took off. It occurred to Hammer after they left that they had the only remaining reconnaissance helicopter. Tucker and his men would have to commandeer one of the transport helicopters or look for the down chopper by Humvee. Sprague had given them a jump on the competition. “There!” shouted Hammer. The missing reconnaissance helicopter was partially buried in snow. It seemed to have suffered little damage, although it is was laying on its side and its rotor was smashed. All of the helicopter’s doors were open, but no bodies were visible from the air. “Can you set us down?” The pilot shook his head. “It’s too dangerous! The tree line is so close…” “Zip lines,” said Jim-Bean to Hammer with a grin. “Like the good old days.” They rappelled down to the frozen ground. Jim-Bean shrugged on the flamethrower pack and lit it. The chopper took off. “You’re seriously going to walk around with that thing on your back?” asked Hammer. “We’re dealing with snow beasts,” said Jim-Bean. “You’ll thank me later.” Hammer inspected the crash site. “The landing wasn’t too bad,” he said. “The crew should have survived.” Around the helicopter were thick drifts of snow. Jim-Bean bent down to peer at a metallic object lying in the snow. “Look at this.” It was nine millimeter automatic pistol with four shell casings scattered on the ice. They crept up to the helicopter, pistols out. It was abandoned, with snow already beginning to collect through the open doors. “Hammer,” said Jim-Bean. He pointed at one of the drifts behind the helicopter. A body was partially concealed, boots sticking out of the snow. “Hello?” asked Hammer. The body twitched. Hammer walked over to the body. “Hello? You okay?” He brushed the snow off the body. It was one of Warner’s men. His name tag identified him as Lieutenant Daniel Jones. “Jim-Bean, I think—“ The corpse cracked to life as it sat straight up, moaning. “DUCK!” shouted Jim-Bean. Hammer flattened himself to the ground. Jim-Bean let loose with the flamethrower. The blast of fire staggered the frozen corpse. It slowly rose to its feet. Hammer rolled away and came up with his Glocks out. Jim-Bean stumbled as frozen hands grabbed for his ankles. “What the hell?” The blast of flame went wide. Another frozen corpse, a female scientist, lumbered out of the snow. Her nametag identified her as Dr. Rachel Tsung. Hammer took careful aim and unleashed both clips into her head. The corpse moaned and turned to face him, the shattered remains of her head chipping away. Hammer backed up and started to reload. Jim-Bean recovered. He torched the hell out of Jones. This time the body went down, almost completely incinerated. Tsung turned to face Jim-Bean. At point blank range, he turned the gout of flame on the corpse’s torso. It went silently down, melting into a puddle of burnt flesh and water. Jim-Bean was still panting from the exertion. “Told you…” he said to Hammer, “you’d thank me later…” [/QUOTE]
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