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.
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. tornado_scramble_for_sky_chase
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. But the atmosphere had other plans
As they banked hard toward the east, a funnel cloud finally touched the earth behind them, a roaring finger of dust and debris. Back at the base, the screens lit up with precise data. Because of the sensors, the sirens in Oakhaven had gone off five minutes earlier than expected. Commander Elias "Storm" Thorne stood on the tarmac,