Enzo's Exam

Quickly mounting in the vehicle, he turned himself invisible so I wouldn’t go after him, and then he made his way toward the bottom of the island to see what was wrong with the thruster.

It appeared that the two of the nozzles had lost their grip on the island.

Removing the hood of his vehicle, Enzo acted quickly, tying himself with a safety rope before he reached toward the bottom of the island.

The howling wind and the vibrations from the thrusters made it the most difficult journey.

He switched on his headlamp, the beam cutting through the dust and smoke, illuminating the problem area.

There were two of the nozzles that had lost their grip. The bolts securing them had sheared off under the immense pressure.

Enzo's mind raced as he assessed the situation. He knew he had to act fast before the island’s tilt became catastrophic.

“Enzo, report your status!” Jim's voice crackled through the communicator.

“I’m at the thruster. Two nozzles are loose. I’m going to resecure them manually,”