ALICE

Chapter 46: HALO

 Angel was out of the plane as quick as he could be.

 He was going head first, flying to the two separate bodies.

 Angel went for Alice first. Strapped to his thigh he had an extra mask with a bread loaf sized container of oxygen. A few seconds of flying through the air, and he smashed into Alice. He wrapped his arms around her. The hose that had gone from Taco's new mask to Alice had broken out of the oxygen tank, so he was without air. Angel snatched her oxygen tank from her back. He yanked her ripcord, and a white parachute billowed out above her. The jerk on her shoulders woke her up, her eyes snapped open. Before he flew past her, he put the mask on her face. She began to breathe.

 Angel now began to go to Taco, who was completely unconscious. He had the oxygen tank in his hand, and he hit Taco. It was difficult to do in his gloved hands, but he eventually managed to screw the mask hose into the tank of oxygen. Taco began to awaken with a stream of oxygen. Angel grabbed him, his front to his back, and held him tight. He pulled his own ripcord as the parachute came out of his back. Redd, Krew, and Nine, all came down in a more orderly manner, as orderly as you can get jumping out of a wrecked plane.

 Angel held tight to a shivering Taco. He pulled his arms out of his jacket, and wrapped whatever he could around Taco. All he had was a t-shirt. The mission had gotten off to a bad start already.

 "M-m-man, I am really fricking cold."

 "It'll get warmer when we get to the ground."

 "It's still sub-zero down there man."

 "I know. I know." Angel said absent-mindedly as he strapped Taco to him.