ONE BY ONE THE HELICOPTERS AND CHOPPERS LANDED on a clearing at the foot of a mountain. They had finally reached George’s pack, away from the desert dunes and the city buzz. The clearing was green, with some shrubs around it. It was also vast enough to accommodate five helicopters at once.
The green grass rolled as the wind from the rotors pushed it, thus creating a circular pattern underneath every chopper. Everyone inside each ride was silent after the rescue, making the atmosphere around them very awkward.
Oscar didn’t know whom he should talk to first. Was it Ivan, who was wounded and needed assistance to move around, or Byron, who looked like he was having a murderous headache.
He got out of the chopper and waited for everyone to get down. "Aren’t you coming?" he asked his brother,
