pyestock | something old, something new

Later on in the day as we cowered in the Power Station listening to the rhythmic thud of the chopper blades I wondered if our luck had finally run out. The helicopter was now over Battle Test House, low and motionless.

"Do you think they have heat sensors?"
"Do you mean they can detect us in here?"
"I donít know. Perhaps we should hide in the engine bed in the main turbine hall?"

The whine of the helicopter changed and it slowly banked west, moving to the side of the Power Station. I was planning escape routes, but we were literally on the other side of the site from our entrance point. It was a long, hard run. And until we made it to the Air House and Cell 4, it would be mostly across open ground.

We would have to sit it out.