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You're a pilot, bumming around the pacifi northwest, Playing taxi cab for rich outdoorsmen, looking for remote locations for extreme sports. It pays the bills and every once in a while, you get to meet some interesting people. Like this Nature Photographer, Petra, from some European University. She wants to go to the back country, taking photos of the local and vibrant fauna. You turn to point out the lake below, then the engines shudders, whining as the propeller stalls and spins weakly, you struggle with the sluggish controls, a sudden gust buffets the cabin, slamming your head into the side of the cockpit. Dazed, you fight to remain alert and calm, you pull back the controls, making adjustments. You tell Petra "Buckle up, this is going to get rough." Dropping fast, you hit the treeline hard, snapping of a wing and spinning through the trees. Nracungyoursekf as the plane hits ground and slides, stopping in the shore of the lake. Light headed and faint, to unbuckle and start gathering your supplies and first aid kit, grabbing the flare gun from under the seat. Checking on Gina, you see she's fine, but she's looking at you like she's seeing a ghost.