I crave to see our ‘86 flyboys in a natural disaster…
Imagine it: just another day at the beach, the guys are playing volleyball and periodically playing in the water and sand with baby Bradley as Carole sunbathes.
When the ground suddenly trembles a bit under them… Hollywood’s a mountain Cali boy and he thinks nothing of it. He's felt some awful earthquakes in his day and that was nothing. Slider’s from the middle west and Mav’s from Kansas so unless it starts sounding like a runaway train in a green sky he isn't going to be of much help. Carole’s from Tennessee so she's in the same boat as Mav. Chipper and Sunny went up to buy lunch for everyone so they can't ask them, whereas Wolf’s from Texas and this ain't a hurricane.
The only one who stops is Ice.
Ice, who turns when he hears shouts from the small beach crowd a minute later and he sees the ocean start to recede.
Everyone watches all the color drain from Ice’s face in one go and suddenly he's RUNNING. He grabs Bradley and snatches up Carole with a yelp, he's screaming at the top of his lungs at the flyboys, telling them to RUN.
He practically throws Bradley at Mav and starts hauling the smaller pilot up the beach at full tilt, heedless of the fact that Mav’s feet are barely touching the ground at this point.
He's also screaming back at the crowd, bellowing at them to MOVE.
He knows damn well what a tsunami looks like.