The interior cabin of the military helicopter vibrated and shook as it banked over the land below. With no windows to look out of, Sarah had no idea where they were, only that they were heading to a village called Jomsom. The craft bobbed and weaved, tossing her cramped shoulders back and forth into Matt and the Canadian beside her. Whether or not the squad leader had radioed for a search team, she didn’t know. He’d been more interested in getting everyone out. She stared ahead into the streaming daylight passing through the cockpit into the back of the shadowed cabin and gripped the harness securing her stiff body to the hard metal seat. Gathering her thoughts, she tried to ignore the stink of diesel exhaust, sweat, old leather, and chemically polished metal.
“Has anyone sent out another
