Cutting through the storm like it owns the sky.
The downwash hits the clearing hard as it drops lower.
Snow explodes across the runway.
The wind nearly knocks me backward.
Boone grabs my arm instantly.
“I’ve got you.”
The helicopter hovers for a moment.
Then drops onto the cracked runway.
Skids touching down hard.
The side door slides open.
A man in a flight helmet leans out.
Even through the storm I recognize him.
Logan Carter.
He waves us forward.
“Move! Move! Move!”
Russ grabs the gear bags and runs.
Adam right behind him.
The rotor wash is insane.
Snow.
Wind.
Noise.
I can barely see.
My foot slips on the icy pavement.
For half a second the world tilts sideways—
Then Boone’s arm wraps around my waist.
Strong.
Solid.
“Careful.”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re not allowed to fall right now.”
