Weather


 * Co-pilot's Log


 * ...flew into something. Controls went all to hell. Coxley lost it; broke
 * formation, flew right into enemy flak. No one else survived the crash. My
 * leg's busted. Not going to make it. Least they won't make a hybrid out of
 * me. I checked under the engine cowling. Figured a flock of darts had gummed
 * up the fans. Instead it was jammed-packed with bloody sea birds - God only
 * knows what they were doing this far inland... birds don't migrate this time
 * of year. Maybe all this strange weather messing up their instincts.


 * - 13/2/51