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With a hiss of compressed air, three silver cylinders fell from Elias’s belly, their parachutes snapping open for a brief second before being sucked into the rotation. Sarah followed suit, her hands steadying as she saw her sensors sync with the ground station. The Escape "Pods are live! We’ve got the data!" Sarah yelled.

When the planes finally touched down, the rain was just beginning to fall at the airfield. Sarah stepped out, her legs shaking, as Elias walked over. tornado_scramble_for_sky_chase

But the atmosphere had other plans. A sudden downdraft slammed into Sarah’s wing, sending her scout plane into a terrifying spiral toward the dark soil below. With a hiss of compressed air, three silver

The morning air was thick and unseasonably warm. Commander Elias "Storm" Thorne stood on the tarmac, eyes fixed on the darkening west. The radar showed a "hook echo" sharpening by the minute. We’ve got the data