CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR
The S-98 helicopter travelled fast through the clear blue sky. The engines screeched like a banshee, giving it a distinctive sound. Steel could imagine the helicopter's military version, the shiny skin of this model, replaced by a matt anti-infrared green or black. The shape, coupled with the terrifying howl from the engines, would be enough to make an enemy crap themselves.
‘Steel,’ Calver’s voice came over the headset.
‘What’s up?’ Steel asked. Surprised at the sudden call.
‘Looks like they are getting ready to take off, so – what’s the plan?’ Calver asked.
‘You know that question?’
‘What, the one about – ?’ suddenly silence filled the airwaves as Calver figured out what Steel’s next plan was. ‘You know that’s completely nuts?’
‘Probably,’ Steel replied as he
