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Tlaloc
In the back, Jack had been fortunately to step on a creaking object. It was a loose hinged door on the floor, which bounced in place only to be held a locked chain running through a set of rings. This chain could easily be broken with the fire axe. On the table were raw film waiting to be processed, but there were also paper-sized maps detailing the Russian Far East. When the hinged compartment eventually opens, it would reveal a way out among broken plane under-sections and several destroyed cameras. However, the escape would be pressed by fire rapidly encroaching from the middle. Flames were already licking where the survivors' seats used to be as someone worked on the door. Smoke filled the cabin, with few alarms still blaring, breathing started to become difficult, especially for Edward. Using the extinguisher would be risky in close quarters, however, there was a box of meals and another case of blankets to be salvaged.
At the forward section, what was left of business class steadily sunk into the lake. Ice cold water began filling into the shoes of the survivors. Charlotte could feel the flight attendant stirring, but she had yet to respond in any meaningful way (though there were faint heartbeats). No injury worse than a bruise on her elbow appeared on the flight attendant, and the name pin on the airline uniform wrote "Mary-Louise". One small red pack laid beside Charlotte; it was made of durable fabric and held bandages, a flashlight, a flare and four flare shots. As for Isaac, a large compass dropped out of a nearby passenger's jacket. This person was dead, but their jacket was made of warm down and just Issac's size. The front wreckage would be emerged in minutes, but fortunately, ice pieces flowed within stepping distance the opening (where the wings used to be). Shore was a good ten meters (33 feet) away, the water was deeper than human height for half of that distance. It would be a choice of risking it on fragile ice sheets, or swimming between them, with the help of buoyant seat pieces (as proscribed by safety manuals).
Once everyone have made it outside, the roar of jet engine suddenly screamed overhead. A military plane flew low, over the crash site and pulling above the mountains.
At the forward section, what was left of business class steadily sunk into the lake. Ice cold water began filling into the shoes of the survivors. Charlotte could feel the flight attendant stirring, but she had yet to respond in any meaningful way (though there were faint heartbeats). No injury worse than a bruise on her elbow appeared on the flight attendant, and the name pin on the airline uniform wrote "Mary-Louise". One small red pack laid beside Charlotte; it was made of durable fabric and held bandages, a flashlight, a flare and four flare shots. As for Isaac, a large compass dropped out of a nearby passenger's jacket. This person was dead, but their jacket was made of warm down and just Issac's size. The front wreckage would be emerged in minutes, but fortunately, ice pieces flowed within stepping distance the opening (where the wings used to be). Shore was a good ten meters (33 feet) away, the water was deeper than human height for half of that distance. It would be a choice of risking it on fragile ice sheets, or swimming between them, with the help of buoyant seat pieces (as proscribed by safety manuals).
Once everyone have made it outside, the roar of jet engine suddenly screamed overhead. A military plane flew low, over the crash site and pulling above the mountains.