Anna barked orders as they approached the well. Rahman calculated the pressure, the temperature, the volatile mix of gasses. Carlos revved the helicopter, its blades slicing through the hot air. Isa studied the ground, searching for fractures, weak points. Jake carried a backpack filled with explosives, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
They hovered above the inferno, the flames roaring like a thousand dragons. Anna rappelled down, her boots touching the searing metal. Rahman followed, connecting hoses to the wellhead. Carlos circled, ready to douse the flames from above. Isa traced her fingers over the rocks, seeking answers.
Jake set the charges, his hands steady. "Ready?" he asked, sweat dripping down his face.