Two helicopters stood idle at the center of the square: one was military green, and the other was white with a scarlet cross painted on both sides.
A man on his fifties approached David. He had a bulky shape, a sturdy look and black, deep eyes:
- We leave in 5, take the second row. Come on, guys, let's move!-
David ran toward the crossed chopper as the rotors warmed up, ready to go. He jumped into the craft and sat in the inner seat of the second row, on the right side. As he fastened his seat belt the military craft rose to the sky, and the other members of the medical team settled in their seats. He had known them all along, but only now, looking at their faces, he remembered. They exchanged quick nods, nervous glances, but not a word was spoken. Morton, their leader, took position be
