gumnut-logic: Rescue number five. In twelve hours. Non-stop. Thunderbird Two hovered above a parklan
gumnut-logic: Rescue number five. In twelve hours. Non-stop. Thunderbird Two hovered above a parkland in the middle of a city, right next to a stadium. It was hot. The middle of the Australian summer. Midday. The stadium was on fire. A eucalypt stood at the entrance, its leaves alight and burning fiercely. The local MFS were well into the conflagration, but there was a serviceman stranded high up in one of the huge lights far above the grandstand. That was why Virgil was here. Scott was on his way over. He wasn’t really needed, but he had ranted about those last twelve hours and claimed Virgil needed back up. Virgil needed sleep. He was hot, sweaty and he stunk. Hot weather was the theme for the southern hemisphere and today’s array of rescues. One on each major southern continent, bar Antarctica, one in New Zealand, just for a little backyard fun and this was the second one in Australia. Good old burn your ass off Australian summer, now thirty percent hotter thanks to climate change. Antarctica was looking more attractive by the second. But then give that continent another fifty years of that climate change and it might be positively balmy. But, yes, stadium, on fire. Keep reading -- source link