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stand, they heard footsteps rushing toward the fractured fuselage.
“Is everyone ok? Is anyone hurt?” Col. Slatz shouted as he neared, Capt. Jørgensen limping, not far behind.
“I think we’re all fine,” Jack shouted back.
Col. Slatz peered in through the hanging debris and studied the men’s conditions. He breathed a sigh of relief that everyone appeared ok.
“I think we’re not in any immediate danger, so everyone find a comfy seat and try to relax. I just called Nord Station. They’ll be sending a rescue team here shortly. With any luck, they’ll have us out of here in less than an hour.”
“I can’t believe we’re still alive,” Capt. Jørgensen stated in bewildered tone.
“That was one hell of a piece of flying,” Jack added.
“I thought for sure we were going to hit that cliff face,” Capt. Jørgensen said.
“I knew it was going to be close, but I felt fairly certain we were going to make it,” Col. Slatz responded confidently. He looked back at the nose section laying a hundred feet away. “Too bad I had to bend the plane a little,” he added in sarcastic tone.
“Wh at the hell happened?” Javi asked, already knowing the answer.
“We hit a wall of birds,” the colonel answered simply.
“Have you ever seen so many in your life?” Lt. Jarvis asked.
“What the hell were those things?” Lt. Samuelson asked.
“Eiders,” Javi responded. “They’re a sea-duck that breads in colonies. It’s strange that they migrated so far north. We’ve seen one or two around Zeus’ pyramid, but never in this great a quantity. There must be thousands of them here. It’s very peculiar,” he said, now shaking his head in confusion.
“I wonder what would bring them this far north,” Lt. Jarvis pondered.
“I’m no ethologist, but my guess would be food,” Javi speculated.
Jack shook his head.
“I’m wondering if it isn’t something else,” he hinted.
“Like what?” Javi asked.
“I may be reaching here a bit, but things seem too coincidental to me. Just before the crash, we heard both pilots discussing an anomaly with the compass. I’ve done my share of flying and compasses don’t just start spinning. In fact, I’ve never seen them spin. Something caused that action,” Jack started. He paused a moment to think, then continued. “Also, I wonder why the birds picked this exact spot to migrate to, after all, they had the entire coast of Greenland to choose from. I wonder if the same source that caused the compass to spin also attracted the birds to this location.”
Javi stared at Jack a moment, puzzled. “What’re you getting at, Jack?” he asked.
“I’m almost certain we’ve found it,” he responded confidently.
“The spacecraft?” Lt. Jarvis asked incredulously.
“It all makes sense,” Jack nodded. “The object under the ice, the compass anomaly and the mysterious gathering of Eiders: they’ve all got to be related. It’s just too far out to be coincidental.”
“I don’t get it. If it is the spacecraft that caused all this, how exactly did it do it?” Lt. Samuelson asked.
“That’s the sixty-four thousand dollar question,” Jack joked. “My guess is there’s something inside it that’s emitting a kind of frequency that the birds subconsciously pick up on. That same frequency must also be interfering with compasses when a plane gets close by it.”
“I wonder why no one has ever noticed it before,” Lt. Jarvis pondered.
“My guess is, it has been noticed,” Col. Slatz responded. “A pilot flying over this area and seeing his compass momentarily spin would simply chalk it up to an unexplained anomaly and forget about it. As for the birds, seeing that they’re migratory and this breeding spot is very remote, I’m sure no one has ever realized they were even here.”
For the next hour, the four men huddled inside the wrecked hull of the fuselage, waiting to be rescued. Cold and shivering, they felt a welcomed relief once they heard the
“Is everyone ok? Is anyone hurt?” Col. Slatz shouted as he neared, Capt. Jørgensen limping, not far behind.
“I think we’re all fine,” Jack shouted back.
Col. Slatz peered in through the hanging debris and studied the men’s conditions. He breathed a sigh of relief that everyone appeared ok.
“I think we’re not in any immediate danger, so everyone find a comfy seat and try to relax. I just called Nord Station. They’ll be sending a rescue team here shortly. With any luck, they’ll have us out of here in less than an hour.”
“I can’t believe we’re still alive,” Capt. Jørgensen stated in bewildered tone.
“That was one hell of a piece of flying,” Jack added.
“I thought for sure we were going to hit that cliff face,” Capt. Jørgensen said.
“I knew it was going to be close, but I felt fairly certain we were going to make it,” Col. Slatz responded confidently. He looked back at the nose section laying a hundred feet away. “Too bad I had to bend the plane a little,” he added in sarcastic tone.
“Wh at the hell happened?” Javi asked, already knowing the answer.
“We hit a wall of birds,” the colonel answered simply.
“Have you ever seen so many in your life?” Lt. Jarvis asked.
“What the hell were those things?” Lt. Samuelson asked.
“Eiders,” Javi responded. “They’re a sea-duck that breads in colonies. It’s strange that they migrated so far north. We’ve seen one or two around Zeus’ pyramid, but never in this great a quantity. There must be thousands of them here. It’s very peculiar,” he said, now shaking his head in confusion.
“I wonder what would bring them this far north,” Lt. Jarvis pondered.
“I’m no ethologist, but my guess would be food,” Javi speculated.
Jack shook his head.
“I’m wondering if it isn’t something else,” he hinted.
“Like what?” Javi asked.
“I may be reaching here a bit, but things seem too coincidental to me. Just before the crash, we heard both pilots discussing an anomaly with the compass. I’ve done my share of flying and compasses don’t just start spinning. In fact, I’ve never seen them spin. Something caused that action,” Jack started. He paused a moment to think, then continued. “Also, I wonder why the birds picked this exact spot to migrate to, after all, they had the entire coast of Greenland to choose from. I wonder if the same source that caused the compass to spin also attracted the birds to this location.”
Javi stared at Jack a moment, puzzled. “What’re you getting at, Jack?” he asked.
“I’m almost certain we’ve found it,” he responded confidently.
“The spacecraft?” Lt. Jarvis asked incredulously.
“It all makes sense,” Jack nodded. “The object under the ice, the compass anomaly and the mysterious gathering of Eiders: they’ve all got to be related. It’s just too far out to be coincidental.”
“I don’t get it. If it is the spacecraft that caused all this, how exactly did it do it?” Lt. Samuelson asked.
“That’s the sixty-four thousand dollar question,” Jack joked. “My guess is there’s something inside it that’s emitting a kind of frequency that the birds subconsciously pick up on. That same frequency must also be interfering with compasses when a plane gets close by it.”
“I wonder why no one has ever noticed it before,” Lt. Jarvis pondered.
“My guess is, it has been noticed,” Col. Slatz responded. “A pilot flying over this area and seeing his compass momentarily spin would simply chalk it up to an unexplained anomaly and forget about it. As for the birds, seeing that they’re migratory and this breeding spot is very remote, I’m sure no one has ever realized they were even here.”
For the next hour, the four men huddled inside the wrecked hull of the fuselage, waiting to be rescued. Cold and shivering, they felt a welcomed relief once they heard the
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