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It was coming from inside his helmet, odd as that may sound; it was picking up a signal somewhere down along the ground. “I can hear you,” shouted Johnny. “You are coming in quite clear. I can help you, but I’m not sure which direction I should steer.” Then he looked into the distance and the sky was filled with smoke. Then the voice inside his helmet started coughin
