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that could be critical when dropping into an urban area. It could mean the difference between dropping into an open space, like they were planning, and getting caught up on buildings just a few hundred yards away from the drop zone.
There was still some skepticism about the parachute drop, particularly when it came to getting them all on target. It wouldn't have been as big of a deal in the wilderness, but within the city being off by even fifty yards could mean getting separated for hours. There was also the risk of falling into obstructions. While that was a danger anywhere they went, it became particularly apparent in a crowded urban environment.
The ground approached, and Danny braced for impact. They were coming down much closer to the edge of the forest than he would have liked, highlighting just how off course they were. Danny suddenly realized that he was drifting far more than usual. His canopy rippled as a cross breeze carried him further south.
Once glance down at this wrist menu confirmed it. Their jump might have been slightly off course, but the wind was making it much, much worse. That might be fine when they were landing in a wide open area, but it could be devastating when landing in the middle of a built-up city. They'd either have to jump in clear weather, or they needed to come up with some way to compensate for the deviation.
But first, he had to focus on landing without killing himself. Those were the worst deaths, Danny thought at he watched the ground draw near. He could accept being gunned down, being sniped, even having an artillery shell dropped on his head from out of the blue. But having to retrain all his skills because he broke his neck landing the wrong way? Those type of fatalities stung the most, because there was always some sense they could have been avoided.
Danny felt his feet touch the earth and rolled to kill his momentum. He landed safely, but then the wind started to pick up. Before he knew what was happening his canopy suddenly opened up on the ground, dragging him along as he struggled to free himself. One of the chords had become tangled around his shoulder, and wouldn't come free.
As he struggled, Danny saw a thick tree loom ahead at the edge of the forest, directly in his path.
“Oh no,” he said to himself, still struggling to break free. If he didn't, he was probably going to run smack into the trunk and break his neck, given the speed he was being pulled along at.
But then he felt something grasp at one of his legs. A flash of silver passed before his eyes, and within a second the chord came undone. Danny sprawled along the ground and came to a stop, bruised, battered but otherwise unharmed.
“Well, aren't you glad I decided to walk to the drop zone after laying down the waypoint marker,” Miko said.
“Yeah, that would have really sucked,” he said, looking at the tree. “The wind certainly isn't helping us.”
“No, but neither is the drop point,” she said. “You were fine up until you got close, and then you mistimed the jump.”
“We went as soon as the light went green.”
“Then your pilot must have misjudged the signal. I guess that's something we have to work on.”
“Yeah, that's-”
And then he saw another one of his paratrooper go crashing into the forest, followed by several others. A few seconds later the radio was full of chatter.
“Um, guys, can we get some help here?” Javy asked. “A bunch of us are tangled in the trees.”
“Cut your way out, Javy,” Miko replied with a smirk.
“Yeah, that's great and all, except I'm hanging upside down and I just dropped my knife.”
Danny looked at her. “Guess we have some work to do.”
6
Tinker
“ W e need better weaponry .”
Yusuf looked up at him from his work on a partially disassembled jet engine. “OK, can you be a little more specific? Are we talking about small arms, artillery, or something else? Do you want better guns, or do you want us to create a gigantic mecha
There was still some skepticism about the parachute drop, particularly when it came to getting them all on target. It wouldn't have been as big of a deal in the wilderness, but within the city being off by even fifty yards could mean getting separated for hours. There was also the risk of falling into obstructions. While that was a danger anywhere they went, it became particularly apparent in a crowded urban environment.
The ground approached, and Danny braced for impact. They were coming down much closer to the edge of the forest than he would have liked, highlighting just how off course they were. Danny suddenly realized that he was drifting far more than usual. His canopy rippled as a cross breeze carried him further south.
Once glance down at this wrist menu confirmed it. Their jump might have been slightly off course, but the wind was making it much, much worse. That might be fine when they were landing in a wide open area, but it could be devastating when landing in the middle of a built-up city. They'd either have to jump in clear weather, or they needed to come up with some way to compensate for the deviation.
But first, he had to focus on landing without killing himself. Those were the worst deaths, Danny thought at he watched the ground draw near. He could accept being gunned down, being sniped, even having an artillery shell dropped on his head from out of the blue. But having to retrain all his skills because he broke his neck landing the wrong way? Those type of fatalities stung the most, because there was always some sense they could have been avoided.
Danny felt his feet touch the earth and rolled to kill his momentum. He landed safely, but then the wind started to pick up. Before he knew what was happening his canopy suddenly opened up on the ground, dragging him along as he struggled to free himself. One of the chords had become tangled around his shoulder, and wouldn't come free.
As he struggled, Danny saw a thick tree loom ahead at the edge of the forest, directly in his path.
“Oh no,” he said to himself, still struggling to break free. If he didn't, he was probably going to run smack into the trunk and break his neck, given the speed he was being pulled along at.
But then he felt something grasp at one of his legs. A flash of silver passed before his eyes, and within a second the chord came undone. Danny sprawled along the ground and came to a stop, bruised, battered but otherwise unharmed.
“Well, aren't you glad I decided to walk to the drop zone after laying down the waypoint marker,” Miko said.
“Yeah, that would have really sucked,” he said, looking at the tree. “The wind certainly isn't helping us.”
“No, but neither is the drop point,” she said. “You were fine up until you got close, and then you mistimed the jump.”
“We went as soon as the light went green.”
“Then your pilot must have misjudged the signal. I guess that's something we have to work on.”
“Yeah, that's-”
And then he saw another one of his paratrooper go crashing into the forest, followed by several others. A few seconds later the radio was full of chatter.
“Um, guys, can we get some help here?” Javy asked. “A bunch of us are tangled in the trees.”
“Cut your way out, Javy,” Miko replied with a smirk.
“Yeah, that's great and all, except I'm hanging upside down and I just dropped my knife.”
Danny looked at her. “Guess we have some work to do.”
6
Tinker
“ W e need better weaponry .”
Yusuf looked up at him from his work on a partially disassembled jet engine. “OK, can you be a little more specific? Are we talking about small arms, artillery, or something else? Do you want better guns, or do you want us to create a gigantic mecha
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