Chapter ThreeSilvan popped loose his harness then turned to her.
“Remember, jump into the top of a wave. If you jump into a trough from a height, you’re going to fall that extra thirty feet.”
They were crossing down through the two-hundred-foot mark and the difference from crest to trough was looking more like five stories than three. These waves were huge.
“After I get the raft, we jump together, from opposite sides,” he shouted for emphasis.
“Roger that. Go!”
And he was gone: yanking free the data-and-communications umbilical cord to his helmet, jamming open the door with a shoulder, then leveraging his way out onto the bucking skid. The wind roared and swirled about her for a moment before the wind slammed it closed.
She should have said something.
Something to show that she care
