Chapter 21: The headquaters

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''5 minutes to decompression''

I unbuckled my seat belt and got up, heading over to the wall, where there was a set of gear along with a suit.

Strapping on the suit first, I locked up every single compartment underneath me.

Which wasn't very good for moving about.

It just makes me feel fat and lethargic.

''3 minutes to decompression''

Marie was already securing her oxygen tank at the front of her body.

I hastily grabbed the oxygen tank off the shelf and strapped the heavy tank on the front.

Lastly, the helmet.

How do I use this?

I pulled it over my head.

Feels loose.

I twisted the helmet left and right around my neck.

Definitely loose.

''1 minute to decompression''

I panicked.

I can't secure my helmet, how am I supposed to breathe?

I don't want to die.

God knows how much oxygen is available at this altitude?

''30 seconds to decompression''

My helmet started fogging, buzzing the words across the glass screen: ''secure helmet''

But thank god Marie came over and pushed a latch, causing the helmet to hiss, and before I knew, oxygen was blowing its way into the helmet.

The screen now shot a bunch of information on itself, while sorting them at the same time.

''10 seconds to decompression''

Finally, at last, the screen sorted out its information and displayed a bunch coordinates, followed by a map of where I am, to destination, which is 12 000 feet below me.

''3... 2... 1... Decompression started''

The door at the end of the aircraft opened up.

Marie and I headed over to take a look.

''Say, a bunch of thunderstorm clouds, shouldn't be a problem.'' Marie spoke.

''Are you sure?'' I begin questioning my death.

Why does death appear everywhere?

First when we are wearing the helmet, now the thunderstorm?

''Race you!'' Marie took a jump and disappeared through the thunderstorm.

''Marie!'' 

No reply.

Desperate to not land further away from her, I jumped.

At first, it felt great.

Not until you see what's underneath you.

Big, billowing dark clouds.

I took a deep breath as I witnessed a lightning bolt flash in between the clouds.

My entire body got into a deep dive position, hoping to get through this bunch of crazy clouds quickly.

I do not wish to take a look at what's inside of the clouds.

But..

''Never dive quickly through a storm cloud.''

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