CHAPTER SEVEN
“It’s magnificent. Just look at the size of that cloud.” Jane’s eyes fixed on the crater they’d just escaped from as it belched out a thick yellow column.
“It’s poison gas,” Dax said, confused by her excitement.
“A new vent must have been opened with that last explosion. Oh, man, if I could only get to the chopper! I bet we could see some excellent drainage out to sea.”
“Chopper?” More strange and confusing words. He’d thought he had a good grasp on their language, but listening to her talk made him feel lost.
“Oh, no... the helicopter! I hope it’s okay. Did you see it take off? I blacked out.” Panic stopped her in her tracks.
“That flying mach...” He stopped himself and attempted to use the human word. “Chopper?”
“Yeah. The helicopter. Did it get away?”
It had all ha
