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We’re not going to outlast them like this.
We’re not going to—
A new soundcuts through the chaos.
Deep.
Heavy.
Rotors.
My head snaps up.
Jase’s does too—slower.
“…tell me that’s not them,” I whisper.
Jase
No.
That’s not their bird.
Different pitch.
Different approach.
Different—
Timing.
A shadow cuts across the ground.
Fast.
Low.
Controlled.
Then—
A voice over comms.
Sharp.
Familiar.
“Delta Five—on your six. Brace!”
Mila
Everything happens at once.
The helicopter drops lower—
Doors open—
Figures on either side—
