THE BEGINNING:CHAPTER X:RESCUE PARTY

Few hours later, the search party sent by Philip to search for the missing flight A43, arrived on the scene with their rescue helicopter alighting softly on white snow which provided a tough landing spot for the red chopper which leveled down the speed of its rotor blades trying to balance itself on warm snow sheerly illuminated by the sunlight emitted by the sun above the clouds in the blue sky peering down the wreckage and the distant chopper which finally steady itself on the snow. Two hefty men cladded in thick duffel coat came down from the chopper with short furry boots made of bear fur that sank deep into the snow the moment they stepped their covered foot on the white snow and slowly approach the fuselage but stopped afar peering at the wreckage observing if its fits the description Philip gave to them using a picture of the original aircraft which they held ascertaining its eroded features and confirmed that it entirely fits their missing airplane that lay before them in splitted half of the long fuselage. The pilot standing beside the other stout but chubby man, left his co-worker in haste heading back to the chopper where he took out his headset from his front seat placing it over his ear using his right hand and turned around facing the distant snowcladded fuselage including the back of his co-worker and began chatting with another man through the headset after sending a radio call to the air traffic control.
"Yeah, we have found a match that corresponds with your missing airplane", the man in a duffel coat muttered out to his headset puffing out warm air as he responds to the coarse voice of Philip Greyham.
"Are you positive that it's the identical aircraft?", Philip questioned from the other end of the headset. He unusually resumed early for work in his office in the morning for him to send the search team to comb the mountain region in search for noticable traces of the missing airplane which his staff workers found peculiar that morning especially Ella, his secretary since he usually arrives late at work delaying valuable work to be done each day which strains the staff workers who had to submit prepared reports for him to approve but he was usually slow with it leaving quite a huge pile of arranged files waiting for him to compile in his office which greeted him that same morning.
"Yes, I am sure.... I'll send you a photo of the crashed plane", He replied back to Philip and peered at his partner who was heading towards the wreckage in order to check for survivors.
"You know what will happen if it is not the one I'm looking for",
"of course, I do. It's the only crash scene found in the area, so I guess it's the missing airplane",
"It better be the aircraft and you'll be damn if it's the wrong one",
"Trust me this time, Philip",
"Trust you? The last time I did rely on you, I almost lost my job",
"But you didn't",
"Thanks to the saving help of the mayor otherwise I would have been fired for giving a misleading report",
"That was two years ago and you still haven't forgotten about it even after I apologized for my mistake",
"It wasn't enough to wash off me clean from the insults I received from the board members",
"Then you should have contacted the official team for rescue operations instead of a mere hired freelancer like me", He retorted angrily
"I actually thought about that but I got orders to make the search discreet",
"And my help was the only option you could find, is that it?",
"Unfortunately, yes because of the little faith I still have in your work for me over the years",
"It'll do you a greater good and give you a peaceful sleep at night if you forget about that incident",
"Alright, I'll do my best to put it behind me",
"Now that's my buddy",
"Please send me the photos of the plane ASAP, and wait for my call to notify the police", Philip said and switched off the line from his office leaving the signal dead at the other end. The man dropped his headset on the seat and took out a DSC-W830 compact digital camera from his large knapsack lying strapped on the back seat where he kept other gadgets making it bulging outwards and walked over a short distance away from the fuselage in order to get a visual photo of the wreckage of flight A43 that lay snowcladded in crisp snow.
He gently clicked the shutter button on the pink camera taking a snapshot of the wreckage that lay unmoved right in front of him except for the slow movements of his partner who was entirely oblivious of what he was doing behind him that his stout, plump body had being digitally captured by the camera including the wreckage displayed lucidly on the rectangular screen of the camera revealing the coasre fuselage lying far from him snowcladded by the crisp snow that was splitted into two leaving the other part buried in the snowfield except for its rudder that protruded upwards above the snow as well as Malcolm's corpse in the midst of four carcasses while his partner remained remained unmoved in the visual photograph with the back of his duffel coat facing the lens and sent the photo to Philip's email using his smartphone after sharing the digital photo with the compact camera through Bluetooth in order for him to confirm if the exact description of the original printed photo taken in Summervile four years ago matches the wreck airplane on the snowfield before joining his partner in search for survivors but found none except the lifeless corpses of forty passengers including the head pilot of the aircraft who had part of his head torn to pieces utterly disfigured beyond recognition exposing the inner red flesh covered in sheer blood that tainted the white snow it rested upon lying beside four dead wolves which made his partner flinched at the horrible sight of the cabin that reeks of blood which left him horrified by the horrible outcome of the crash that occurred the previous night and decided to wait for the search party of the police to arrive before venturing inside the damaged vessel. Afterwards, he went back to his partner who he had left stranded at the front of the plane standing beside at the dead animals including the disfigured head of the head pilot and joined him  to stare at the carcasses.

    "I guess it's best for us to wait here for the police to arrive before looking inside", the man said looking at the lifeless remains below him.

    "Alright, Jason, I'll head back to the chopper ....Damn, this whole place reek of blood", His partner bloated out walking away past him to the red helicopter plodding his way through the thick snow which swallowed his boots as he make his to the chopper leaving the pilot behind to peer at the four carcass encircling Malcolm's corpse partially covered by red snow.