WATER LANDING; Jagged Deep
Continuing with the black box shorts that are a small part of my Horizon Big Bang 2022 piece, When the Darkness Comes, because I think these soldiers’ stories deserve to be heard (even if I made them up).
Jagged Deep Black Box Transcript:
SECOND OFFICER BASSILI: I can't raise the airfield. Must've been destroyed.
CAPTAIN VEESENMEYER: Well, we're out of time and out of fuel. I have to put us down on that lake. Let's give these soldiers a chance to die fighting.
SECOND OFFICER BASSILI: This is the flight deck. We're going for a water landing. Leave everything behind except what you need for the fight. Now's your time to go out in a blaze of glory. Brace, brace!
Listen to the audio log on my photomode Twitter account here.
"This is the flight deck," Second Officer Bassili spoke over the intercom, voice smooth from practice, far too familiar with lying through her teeth. "We're going for a water landing. Leave everything behind except what you need for the fight. Now's your time to go out in a blaze of glory. Brace! Brace!"
In the cabin, a motley crew of soldiers—ten in total—did as they were told.
Many things happened simultaneously.
Hudson Fulton, the youngest, held on to his safety harness so tightly that his knuckles ached from the pressure. But he forced a cocky smile, buck-toothed and shockingly genuine. "Alright, boys! Who wants to take me on this time? Bet I can bring down one of those tin cans 'fore any of you can!"
Across from him, Otto Ramsey, who happened to be the oldest and the only veteran of the group, rolled his eyes. Young guns and their egos… He checked the laces on his boots, ensured his rifle's safety was on, and braced for impact.
Nina Bostock, one of the few women on board, took deep, shuddering breaths. A water landing. Of course it would be a water landing. Just her fucking luck.
Beside her, Talia Rahman, the only other woman on the squad, subtly brushed her fingers against Nina's clenched fist, offering what little comfort she could. Heedless of the whoops and cheers that scared boys emitted all around them to soothe their own fears, she murmured under her breath, "We've got this. I've got you."
And Brodie Higgs, who had not heard from his wife in nearly two months, was barely even aware of his surroundings. He simply did not care. He was tired. If a watery grave took him, he would happily sink. If he was lucky, maybe his wife would be waiting for him. Though with the choices he'd made over his forty years, an afterlife would only see him in hell. And his wife, his sweet Marie, deserved a fucking red carpet laid out before her through the gates of heaven. She always deserved better than him. These last two months had only sunk that truth into his psyche deeper and deeper. He did not grip his harness. He did not ready his weapon. He stared blankly at the floor and closed his eyes the moment they made impact. He was so tired...
The plane hit at a poor angle. The hull buckled instantly, and the screech of tearing metal was quickly drowned by the sound of rushing water. Both pilots and all ten soldiers perished.
Hudson, still raring to prove himself despite his fear, did his best to swim upward but drowned nevertheless, reaching out for that distant speck of sunlight.
Otto died instantly, his skull cracking against the wall of the plane.
Talia, struggling to pull Nina's body toward the surface with her, also drowned. She held onto Nina's hand until the moment she lost consciousness.
Brodie hit his head against the hard metal of his safety mechanism at the perfect angle, and was instantly knocked unconscious. If the blunt force of the blow didn't take him, then the murky depths surely did.
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