He shook his head, confirming that no bones were broken, only to grimace when Jones’s voice echoed through the cockpit. “Grunsten! Andertol! Are you trying to get us killed?” Jones fumed. Jones yanked open the ship’s glass top, hastily undoing his safety harness and slamming down his helmet. The major hopped out of the plane to survey the damage, his strong arms and legs moving like a machine. “Out here, soldiers!” Jones yelled. The four recruits hurried to stumble out onto the fine white sand. “Well, great. Just great,” Jones began. He walked around the fighter, frowning as he surveyed the damage. Fortunately, aside from a few long scrapes and a thick vine tangled into one of the turbines, there didn’t seem to be too much damage that couldn’t be fixed. Neil glanced around at their surroundings, bringing his hand up to shield his eyes from the intense sunlight. The beach they were standing on ran around the edge of the island, skirting a dense jungle in the island’s center.
