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The morning air was thick and unseasonably warm. Commander Elias "Storm" Thorne stood on the tarmac, eyes fixed on the darkening west. The radar showed a "hook echo" sharpening by the minute.

"Listen up," Elias barked over the rising wind. "This isn't about the trophy. We have twenty minutes before that cell touches down near the valley. Your sensors are the only eyes Oakhaven has. Get in, drop the pods, and get out." The Scramble tornado_scramble_for_sky_chase

The engines of the modified scout planes roared to life, a mechanical chorus against the low rumble of thunder. Elias climbed into his cockpit, his hands moving with practiced ease over the controls. To his left was Sarah "Static" Jenkins, a rookie with a brilliant mind for meteorology but a nervous grip on the stick. The morning air was thick and unseasonably warm

When the planes finally touched down, the rain was just beginning to fall at the airfield. Sarah stepped out, her legs shaking, as Elias walked over. "Listen up," Elias barked over the rising wind

"Stay on my wing, Static," Elias radioed. "Watch the updrafts. They’ll try to swallow you whole."