Matthias groaned as the pager on his side went off. It was three in the morning, and after almost twenty four hours of no sleep, he had only laid his head to rest four hours ago. Sitting up, he grabbed the small clip off of his hip and glared at it with bleary, blue eyes.
EASTERN COAST, LEVEL SEVEN STORM, FOUR.
He hated level sevens, they were so hard to see in and victims panicked more than ever in weather like that. He could only pray that the four that were out there weren’t panicky or really big. But usually he prayed like that in vain.
Sitting up, he quickly threw on his jacket and grabbed his gear bag off of the table. He swiped his car keys off of the table and stomped out the door with his heavily booted feet. He got in his cheap, beat down Volvo and took off speedily.
Arriving, the giant sign outside the large building read COAST GUARD HQ. flashing the card with his ID and entered when the board lifted off from in front of him. Parking, he walked swiftly inside and walked straight into the meeting room.
“Is anyone else available, or are you just not confident?” Matthias said, slamming his bag on the table.
“Everyone else has failed. You’re all we’ve got left.” A taller man, pale hair and bandages over his eye from his last mission. The captain, Gilbert Beildshmidt was one of the best in their league. His last mission, just over the Florida coast during a hurricane had knocked him in the head and rendered one of his red eyes useless temporarily. Unfortunately, for a lot of people, this made him unable to go on duty. Especially for Matthias.
“I see. How far out are they?” he asked, instantly beginning to adorn his gear. Pulling his bright orange jacket on, and then the small instant floatation pouches in his gear belt. Sighing, he slung the bag back over his shoulder and followed Gilbert as they went out to the hangar. A great, red, search and rescue copter stood wet, tall and proud as it awaited its new passengers. Two men were already standing in front of the helicopter, both adorned in the bright orange rescue gear.
“Matthias! Thank God yer here!” The tallest one said, jogging up to him and giving him a bear hug.
“Alfred, How many times have you flown out?”
“Eight. Goin on nine.” Alfred said, looking at his friend with a frown. “Kiku, Herc and I ‘re the only ones who can keep it stable. Wish the trainin’ regimen was better these days, n’ everyone could.”
“I’ll tell you what, I wish the same.” Matthias said, turning towards the plane and seeing a much smaller man standing next to Alfred, his jet-black hair hidden by the helmet with headset. “Kiku. Good to see you so bright and early in the morning.” The blonde said sarcastically.
“Ah, yes. I wish I courd say the same.” The man said in a thick, Japanese accent. “But I haven’t slept in armost 24 hours.”
“Same. I had just got to bed when I got the call. Alright! Lets get going, sooner we finish, the sooner we sleep.”
“Yes sir-ee.” Alfred said, jumping up into the cockpit and sliding on his helmet and switching on the mic. “Check one-two. This is Hero, You there HQ? haha, that rhymed…”
“HQ here, Hero in.”
“Alright. We’re taking off again in thirty seconds.”
“Roger that. Good luck.”
“Thank youuuuu.” Alfred muttered, flipping switches and beginning the propellers. Kiku joined him in the side taking up his side of controls and the engine kicked on instantly.
Matthias jumped up next, joining two men who were already in the passenger’s area. Francis Bonnefoy and Antonio Carriedo.
“Heya guys. Bout time we were put on a mission together again.” Matthias said, sitting next to Antonio. “It’s been a while since it was just us three.”
“Not since our first year.” Francis laughed slightly. The three felt the lurch as the helicopter took off from the hangar. Holding tightly to the handles, the three quickly put on the rest of their gear. Matthias cracked his neck to the side and popped his knuckles.
“Oui, oui~.” Francis said, pulling on his flippers. Antonio nodded, snapping his goggles in place.
“alright, we’re five off from the scene, be ready ta dive.” Alfred’s voice said over the com. “and be careful, this storm is escalatin’ ta an eight at least. Don’t do anythin’ that’ll get ya hurt, ya hear?”
“Already? Kay, we’ll be ready. Just keep high enough from the water, Don’t risk the wind.”
The tension was high as the three waited by the open door of the helicopter. The wind was whipping and lashing out everywhere, making the helicopter have to fight for balance. Rain pelted the sides, and the three felt the water seeping in before they even could dive over. Waiting, they listened intently for orders.
“alrighty boys. Get ta gettin’. Be safe, we’ll be waitin’.” Alfred finally said after the small eternity of time. The three rescue divers nodded, and then moved to the doorway.
“Roger that, drive safe. We’ll be back.” Matthias said, and he leaped out.