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[remindmeof_me]

It's been a long three hours for the crew packed into the helicopter buzzing its way towards the last known coordinates of Dr. Mossman and her team. For the passengers, it's been a time of constant intrusive noise and turbulence, both physical and emotional. For the pilot, it's been twenty minutes of deciding on a name for the craft (Pringle Runner

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[a_mere_child]

"Understood," Alyx calls back, having recovered from her crying jag some time ago. She pulls out her pistol to give it one last once-over before they land.

[subject_lj_here]

Chell just nods to Alyx, grabbing her shotgun and checking her ASHPD in its carriage.

[acts_of_gord]

"Got it," says Gordon, who's been doing his best not to let his nerves get too jangled by all of this. It'll all be easier once they're in the thick of things, after all. "Thanks."

He gets a grunt of answer. Shephard's too busy with remembering everything you need to do to not smack a helicopter into the ground and die to talk much further.

[a_mere_child]

Unfortunately, going low to the ground might not be the best option, as becomes clear when the island comes into view and our heroes find themselves staring at a sheer cliff face.