"Sean! They have gunships waiting for our landing!" Sia shouted into her helmet communicator frantically.
"I see them on tactical radar," Sean replied calmly, his hands adjusting the flight controls of the descending jet.
The crippled aircraft shuddered violently as a burst of anti-aircraft fire ripped through the lower wing section.
"Brace for impact on the western platform edge!" Sean ordered, locking the landing gear manual override.
The jet slammed hard against the reinforced steel decking of the offshore facility, sliding in a shower of sparks.
Heavy metal barriers stopped the skidding fuselage just yards away from the open ocean drop-off.
"Out of the cabin, now!" Sean commanded, kicking the emergency side hatch open into the pouring rain.
Sia scrambled out behind him,
