harry, chick, bear, and max finish buckling into their seat restraints and harnesses.
harry, chick, bear, and max get hit with the first g-forces. their torsos press back against their seats. they flex their arms, breathing deeply, expanding their chest cavities as they were taught in training.
excruciating, gut-wrenching, turn-your-intestines-inside-out g- forces. harry and chick's facial muscles distort hideously; their rubbery cheeks and lips flatten out. they continue anti-g exercises, tensing every muscle, trying to keep blood flow evenly distributed.
harry and the roughnecks are smashed around in their seats.
harry and the others jolt to a stop. no one moves. no one breathes. it's scary as hell.
camera pushes in on harry, as he waits for houston's response to this last question.