*They board a C-130 chopper after getting their gear on. Anderson straps the oxygen mask to his face since they would be at extremely high altitudes.*
*While they sit, seatbelted to the benches inside the plane, the US Ranger song "If I Die in a Drop Zone" plays over their communication system.*
"Well this is a cheery way to start a mission," Anderson mutters to Spade sarcastically. Spade laughs, and pulls back the safety clip on his M16. Washington and Gato are sitting across them on the opposite bench.*
"Approaching one thousand feet," the pilot said through the intercom.*
A bit of an RP I did with a friend
"Roger," Spade said, stretching. "Everyone get ready."
*They form two ranks at the hinge of the bay door to the C-130. As it opens, they walk out. Spade goes first, jumping straight into the fog. Then Washington kicks off the edge, screaming "WHOO HOO!". Gato laughs and jumps down regularly, while Anderson does a backflip, mock saluting at Knight, who was watching through the camera that was recording their descent.*
*Spade readies his M16.*
"Approaching 2,000 feet," Anderson yelled in the radio. Spade could barely hear him with the wind whistling around his helmet. "Activate chutes at 900 feet!"
*His altimeter reaches 1,000. "DEPLOY CHUTES, THEY'LL BE FULLY OUT AS WE REACH 900!"
*Spade tugs at the parachute pin on the shoulder straps. It doesn't work.*
"SPADE, ACTIVATE YOUR CHUTE!" Anderson hollers.*
"Oh...!!!"
*Spade then continues to fall until he's at 570 feet*
"Did you pack the emergency chutes!!!???"
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