He was more to my liking, falling somewhere between the two extremes of his brothers. He sat hunched over his tray, long dark hair pulled back in a lo... tail with a few escaping tendrils shadowing his face. His clothes were loose and comfortable looking, making it hard to judge his size, maybe something like the pale one? His left ear was pierced all the way up with tiny silver hoops and I could just barely make out the shiny metal of a chain around his neck."The big one is Davis," Tracy told. The bonus part to this flight plan was the students would get doused by the tail end of the water drop. It would help protect them from flying sparks and embers kicked up by the turbulence caused by the water drop while they were running for their lives. The big question on the crews mind was would the bomber pull up in time to clear the ridge? To say it was a bumpy ride would be a major understatement. The CL-215 yawed and rolled from side to side as they approached, at times seeming like it. Hewas just over two meters high, with an imposing amount of muscles. Theman was also completely bald, even missing the eyebrows. His jaw wasrigid, and everything about him screamed power. Formerly a bodybuilder,he now had the privilege of standing in front of a lift all night.Although the work was boring, the paycheck was great.He immediately stiffened up as the hag that bossed him around showed uparound the corner."Gareth. I've been smelling something awful around here. Is it you?" No, ma'am.". I recall the lessons of first aid. "Patty, wake up, can you hear me?"I forget for a moment about my own infirmity, and shake her shoulders.Her bulging breasts, half again their previous size, sway. Her eyesroll back in her head, and she lets out a little gasp. But she doesn'trespond. I listen for her breath. It is inaudible, and makes onlylight tickle of my cheek. I see my purse, and grapple for my phone. Myboobs and pits are screaming warnings to me, but I am panicking. Myphone doesn't.