The ground was rushing up increasingly quickly!
Hall sat up and rubbed his backside. He then rubbed his jaw as he stood up and started un-clipping his harness. Transport planes roared overhead, and anti-aircraft guns thundered in an attempt to bring them down. He got out of his harness and stretched, his back popping as he let out a sound of relief.
Jameson Hall looked over at some bushes.
Hall chuckled to himself and said. "Thunder." Soon, another paratrooper emerged from the bushes, scowling. "Geeze Jimmy, don't look so at ease. You're lucky it's me and not some jerry." Hall laughed again, and did some stretches. "They are too preoccupied, Tim." He said, and then he leaned down and picked up his Carbine and checked the chamber. He then slunk closer to his friend, and somewhere off in the distance, someone said "Flash." Hall tilted his head, and he and his friend went off.
"Flash." Hall called.