"That broadcast," the pilot breathed out in sheer panic, his fingers hovering over the control console. "They know you are on board."
Rafael did not flinch, his silver eyes fixed on the trembling hands of the man gripping the cyclic control stick.
"Keep your eyes on the horizon, pilot," Rafael commanded softly, his baritone voice cutting through the rising static of the cockpit. "Panic will only ensure we hit the ground faster."
"They are vectoring interceptors toward our position!" the pilot shouted, his voice cracking with pure terror as he watched the digital radar screen flash red. "We are flying straight into a trap!"
"We are flying straight into an exit strategy," Rafael corrected smoothly, leaning forward in his seat to examine the instrument cluster.
The helicopter shook
