Gayla rubbed ashes from her eyes after pulling her parachute into a heap behind her. She knew her crew was landing around her, armed with explosives, shovels, axes and a couple of foam fire extinguishers, they would try and contain the spot fire which had jumped the logging road. Prime stands of old forest growth were on the line and the wildfire didn’t care about judicious culling.
“Shit boss, I’m out.” Wes wheezed, a coughing spasm bending him double. “I lost my asthma inhaler.”
“Gord, Kim, take his equipment.” While Gayla called for medivac to pick up Wes, her team distributed the gear between them.
“I’ll stay with Wes and make sure he gets out.”
“The rusted out red truck is down the road. We should be able to put this little bugger out while you do that,” Kim said.
“Yeah, we have a water source, and the winds aren’t bad,” Gord added. “I’m glad that relic is there, makes a good landmark.”
“Fate has been good so far, don’t tempt it.” Gayla put a way point on the radio GPS so they could find the parachutes later. “Make sure you don’t start another one when you set off the C4.”
“No worries boss,” Kim said as they settled their packs.
“Good luck,” Wes said, after he quit coughing.
“Get it done,” Gayla said as Kim and Gord walked toward the logging road at the top of the hill.