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Study Alert Condition Formula example with multiple instances: =OR( CROSSOVER(C, -500), CROSSOVER(C, -1000), CROSSOVER(C, 500), CROSSOVER(C, 1000) ) This function compares 2 ranges of values. Each range needs to contain at least 2 numbers and can contain 3 numbers. Factory Number Cross Interchange Type Relevance; FRAM: PS3808: Direct Cross Interchange: 2: PUROLATOR: F55101: Indirect Cross Interchange: 1: VOLVO: 8556862: Indirect.

'Hey Gage!' shouted Ranger Matt Harper as he pulled the blanket more snugly around the tiny injured hiker girl they had found. 'Do you
and your partner always split up like this in the middle of a rescue?!'
The roar of the rescue helicopter was deafening and blew pine needles, dust and icy blue aviation exhaust into the one clear spot the
rangers and Los Angeles County paramedics had managed to find away from the precarious civilian campsite.
'Not always. But a deal's a deal. Little Cindy here wouldn't load up with us unless Roy went back for those peregrine eggs. I trust him to know what he's doing. I taught him basic survival skills and your Julie Beck and Ted Cassidy have done their darnedest to make sure he knows his way around these parts..' Johnny smiled down on the frightened oxygen masked girl in the stokes. She was shoved in behind the pilot's seat and in front of the passenger jump seats. Harper climbed into the rescue helicopter immediately after Johnny Gage pulled himself inside.
'Let's hope so.' Matt Harper said, 'From what I can tell,
he's not the one who's part Indian in this crazy
outfit.' he said wryly, tossing an include-us-all gesture between them.
'.Roy'll be back.' Johnny said, setting the flight headset over his neck for later use when they got nearer to Rampart Hospital.
'A promise is a promise, right sweety?' Johnny asked the leg splinted girl. She was still trying to hide her tears.
'Yes, Mr. Gage. M- My mom's research project just HAS to keep going.
I promised her that I'd find someone to watch after them. It wasn't
her fault she tried to stop the eagle that killed the mama falcon
and fell doing it. It was an accident.' the little girl frowned.
'And you fell trying to find a ranger to come rescue your mother.'
Gage smiled. 'I'm glad you came up using that elk antler as a crutch.
That was a very clever idea.'
Jack Moore, head ranger for the Sierra Station, looked back from
the seat he had next to Ranger P.J. Lewis, his pilot. 'I still can't believe
I agreed to this nest rescuing thing. Park rangers chase off problem
bears..'
'..like Cruncher?' Cindy volunteered brightly.
Jack Moore made a face but rolled his eyes for the immobilized child's
benefit as he continued dumping his woes on Gage. '.We don't
rear bird of prey chicks for a later introduction back into the wild.'
he bemoaned.
Johnny leaned over and took another blood pressure on Cindy,
who started to giggle at her ranger friend's incessant complaining.
'Think of it as..furthering your education, Jack.' Gage said, 'A chance for you and
your department to really ..connect with wildlife in a meaningful way.'
'I'll take connecting a water gun against some grizzly butt during
Cruncher's garbage dumpster escapades any day over being stuck
feeding venison scraps to baby falcons.' P.J. shivered.
'Chicken.' Cindy teased. 'They're still eggs yet.'
'That's precisely my point.' Moore bemoaned again. 'I'm
not a mother hen.'
'Well Roy is..' Johnny countered. 'That's why he went back to Cindy
and her mother's cliff top observatory to see what he can do for the nest.
Believe me, he'll do anything to keep a kid happy.' he sighed.
Cindy's eyes twinkled and demonstrated that she had noticed the big
fire paramedic's inherent weakness, too.
Right then, a down draft from above pushed the cruising helicopter
a little closer to the pine tops whizzing by underneath them.
'Whoa boy. Giddy up there, honey.' murmured P.J. to his flight
bird's control handle in between his gloves. 'Don't letta little
twilight wind buck you around.'
Gage and Harper kept their grip on Cindy's stokes and
both hastily buckled their safety belts on, getting pressed in close
to where they were tethered to the wall.
'Don't ya trust me?' Lewis said, hearing the snick of buckles
in stereo snapping home behind him.
'I trust ya,. it's the wind I don't trust.' Gage admitted.
'Speak for yourself. It's the wind I'm rooting for, it's the pilot
who's got things messed up here.' Matt chuckled. 'I can almost
skim my boot toes on the treetops again.' And he dragged his
dangling feet back inside the chopper's belly compartment, hugging
both feet to his chest protectively.
Lewis whipped his earphoned head around. 'No you can't!
My altimeter's showing fifty feet above the canopy's elevation.'
'Made you look..' Harper said. 'Gotcha. That's two for oh, this week,
hot shot.'
Lewis grumbled and returned back to his flying.
Gage grinned good naturedly at all three forest men with him
and immediately felt right at home with the sudden plan to evac
the little girl to the city before they swept back to pick up Roy
Julie and Tim later that night.
'I'm sure glad I asked Julie Beck and Tim Cassidy to keep
my extra medical gear to meet Roy with halfway back to the clearing
when he's done. I'm amazed that we're still light enough weight wise,
to fly straight.' Johnny quipped.
'Every medic's a critic.' Lewis rejoined instantly. 'Now I know
why we aren't baby sitting one at the ranger station.' But his smile
belied his voice's sharp bite.
The wind's buffetting increased, swaying all of them, nauseatingly
as the helicopter was made to hold its flight path.
Cindy was bravely quiet.
'Promise we'll survive long enough to come back for the others in one
piece.' Moore teased his underling hot shot pilot.
'As if I wouldn't.' Lewis guaranteed. 'I gotta show this city boy medic
the miracle ability that all of us rangers possess. An uncanny innate
sense of orientation in the air and our homing instincts.'
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Roy DeSoto found the nesting cliff easily by sunset. He
could still see the packages of IV solutions and the plastic
wrap from the trauma sheeting they had used on Cindy's mother
following her extrication from the ledge below the nest. The fall had
been a bad one. Bad enough to make the woman's evac by their second,
bigger helicopter a priority.
But Roy was convinced the tough as nails woman researcher would
live to study yet another peregrine family generation...next summer.
And so would her daughter.
'But why did I promise to come back for these eggs?' he
said, inching forward on his belly until he could see the ropes and
pitons the rescue team had left behind, driven into the rock.
'I've nothing to carry them up to the top with. My backpack's still on
the helicopter Cindy was loaded onto.'
DeSoto sat back well away from the edge and pulled out
his handy talkie connecting him to the two rangers hiking
back with him back to the accident site. 'DeSoto to Ranger
HT 3. Do you read?'
##Go ahead, Roy.##
'I'm at the cliff top. I'll start heading down to the nest's ledge
before you get here, grab them and climb back up. That'll save
us a lot of time before night falls. I'll meet you at the same clearing
the helicopters lifted off from.'
##10-4, our ETA there's twenty minutes.##
Roy tightened the orange helmet around his head and hitched
a rope harness from one of the lines left abandoned by the
rescue team around his waist and brown corduroys. Then he
began the long climb over the edge to the large pine bough
overhanging the waterfall where the woman scientist had said
the peregrine eggs were nestled in soft down.
He was halfway down the cliff when water spray from
the thousands foot high cascade next to him began
to mist heavily into his face. 'Ahh,.' Roy grimaced. 'That's
cold!' he yelled, rubbing his eyes with his fre

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