Wind howls. A small ambulance—BESSIE—crests a ridge, its headlights cutting through blowing snow.
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Then I guess I’m the helo.
(to Bessie) Don’t die on me now.
Sara, the lab says two researchers are down. One with suspected brain bleed, other hypothermic. Nearest helo is grounded. doctor adventures sara stone
INT. BESSIE - CONTINUOUS
SARA (39), in a fleece-lined jacket, wipes condensation from the inside of the windshield. A satellite phone crackles. Wind howls
She slams a switch. Bessie’s engine roars. She mutters to herself.