Fixer POV
I ate some chocolate bars and drank water to keep my stomach from eating my insides. Below the spotlights, the area was kept lit, though it was a bit disconcerting to see the light moving as the chopper moved. I could see them busy at work below. Savage's voice came over the headphones, sometimes talking to me; keeping me focused, he told me to eat and drink, to stay busy, and to share general updates on the changing conditions. His voice was calm and clear. You would think we were out having a joy ride instead of search and rescue. Guess this was nothing compared to what he had seen and been through.
It was draining, watching, my eyes ached, trying to focus on the moving ground, and hoping to see more than possible.
To kill time, they had been sending up unnecessary equipmen
