Despite everything, I almost laugh.
We reach the helicopter together.
Logan’s voice blasts through the headset speakers.
“Everybody in! Storm cell is getting worse!”
Adam climbs inside first.
Russ tosses the bags in.
Boone lifts me up into the cabin like I weigh nothing.
I slide into the seat and strap in.
Boone climbs in behind me.
The door slams shut.
Logan pushes the throttle immediately.
The helicopter lifts off the ground.
Hard.
The storm swallows us instantly.
The cabin rattles as we punch through the clouds.
Russ looks out the side window.
“Well this is slightly terrifying.”
Adam puts on his headset.
“How long to intercept?”
Logan’s voice crackles through the intercom.
“If your coordinates are right?”
“Yes,” I say.
“Then forty minutes.”
My heart pounds.
Forty minutes.
The timer flashes again on my screen.
5:11:07
Logan glances back at us from the cockpit.
“Anyone want to explain why we’re chasing something across the desert during a blizzard?”
Boone answers calmly.
