Josh’s POV:
We’re strapped to our seats within a rocky helicopter, the band of metal and tape not stable enough to carry all seven occupants seated within.
Kreg rides up front with me seated beside him, trying my best to co-pilot this piece of s**t while the rest are squeezed in behind.
The number of people on board shouldn’t be this much considering the space is small and one of our passengers is rather, pudgy in size, but we have to make do with the ride expertly stolen by Kreg from some old friend of his.
Now here we are flying above the Atlantic ocean and I still don’t know where we headed, Kreg had mentioned something about a portal but I have no idea what the hell he’s talking about.
Honestly, I don’t even know if there’s any way we’re going to make it alive through this tri
