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Futaba District.
A thousand meters above the Fukushima First Nuclear Power Station, a Self-Defense Force US2 seaplane flew slowly overhead, then turned around and came back, constantly circling the nuclear plant.
The leaders of the emergency support and rescue teams from five countries were all seated on the left side of the plane, observing the situation below through the porthole.
Although the seaplane was not as convenient as a helicopter, it was safer and less likely to crash, and could at least glide into the sea to land.
Tian Zhan was still wearing a bright orange full-body protective suit, holding onto the porthole with one hand and clutching a Geiger counter with the other, which kept clicking non-stop.
Aluminum foil-based anti-radiation materials had also been affixed to the inner layer of the seaplane. Even though the readings inside were very low, they could not be ignored.
"Bailey, can the plane go down a bit more?"
