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“Can you check around the cabin if he has a satellite phone there?”
“Let me see.”
I hear some shuffling before she releases a sound of happiness.
“Got it!”
“Good. Good,” I say. “We can send a distress signal.”
“But how long will it take until they come for us?” Noelle asks as she comes out of the cabin. “It can take days for them to find us. We’re…” she looks around. “In the middle of nowhere. Those are mountains in the distance, aren’t they? We don’t have the time, Raf…”
“I know, damn it,” I say as I pivot, looking around me and searching for an idea.
I look down again, gauging the distance. But it’s in vain as we wouldn’t survive a fall of a few feet, never mind one of over a hundred feet.
Think!
The pressure is too great, and my head is about to explode. Still, I can’t let myself be consumed by frustration, or anger at our situation. As long as we’re alive, there’s hope.
There’salwayshope.
“Noelle…” I suddenly turn to her, knowing that what I’m about to say is going to sound absolutely insane.
She’s already walking slowly back towards me.
“Here,” I say as I move a few steps to the right.
Maybe luck had been on our side, despite the overall situation not showing it.
Opening a small trap, I remove a few parachutes.
Before our flight, the pilot had given us the spiel about the safety features and I’m so goddamn glad I paid attention.
“Parachutes?” She asks as she gets to her knees next to me. “You mean to…”
“If we don’t want to be stuck here for days, this might be our only chance.”
“That’s suicidal,” she cuts me off.
“Not exactly…” I take a deep breath. “It’s called a base jump. It’s been done before, but we’ll need to be very careful and deploy the parachute immediately.”
“There’s no other way, is there?”
I shake my head.
“Not that I can think of.”
“My God, I can’t believe this,” she mutters as she leans back. She’s pale, and I’m not sure whether this is from the blood loss or from the anxiety of our situation. Just in case, I move closer to her, pulling on her blouse to reveal a nasty gash up her arm.
“You should have told me,” I grit my teeth.
“We still don’t have time for this,” she mumbles as she slaps my hand away, pulling her sleeve back on. “Parachute. Tell me more,” she changes the topic.
Muttering a curse under my breath, I realize I won’t be able to get her to do anything about her wound before we solve our current issue.
“Here’s what I think we should do. There’s a medical kit over there,” I point to her where the pilot had shown us before take-off. “We’ll take that with us as well as the satellite phone. Just those two things. I’ll wear the parachute and you’ll be strapped to me.”
Her eyes widen at my words.
