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Demetrius
Demetrius listened to the purr of the rotary blades and watched the helicopter’s shadow slide across the blue-green waters, its hue changing with the Sea of Crete’s contour. The Huey’s shadow diffused as it climbed and Demetrius raised his head to see Amara’s profile outlined with a thin white light. She seemed like an oasis during this fiery journey. Her nearness brought him an inner contentment, a feeling foreign, enjoyable but awkward. He caught her eye, smiled and squeezed her hand.
Beneath them land replaced water. Demetrius waved to the sentries, secured with Uzis, standing by the landing pad. The whirly-bird gently fell from the sky, blowing dust and bending vegetation. The guards held on to their caps, stepped aside, then assisted Amara’s exit. They grabbed the lugg
