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Jon stared at the message on his phone. It was a long one and he had to scroll several times to read it all. When he got to the end, he couldn’t believe it and scrolled back to the top. But he’d read the header correctly. This hadn’t been some ordinary flight.
“Jeremy, we’ve got to go.” He began packing his gear.
Jeremy stuck his head out from under the port wing where he’d been inspecting the exhaust port of the Number Three engine. “I’m not done yet.”
“Doesn’t matter. We’ve got bigger problems. I need to get up the mountain.” Then he began stuffing Jeremy’s tools into his pack.
“Hey!” Jeremy scrambled free. “You’ve got to organize it or it doesn’t all fit.”
“Fine, then you do it. You have thirty seconds.” Jon threw up his hands, then shouldered his own pack.
“Where’s the fire?”
