Chapter 24
The pulsating staccato of rotor blades grew louder, cutting through the dense overhead canopies. No doubt about what it was now. Certainly not anything that might be looking to rescue them. How nice would that be? Frank mused to himself.
No, they were being hunted.
“Come on! This way.” Frank began fast walking along the ridge. They couldn’t hide where they were for long with the guerrillas at their back, and the sound of helicopter indicated it was getting closer, but it was difficult to locate with the surrounding rising valleys. Ahead, there was a brief stretch of open ground, then thick jungle that would make a good cover for them.
Frank glanced back to check Nero was following him and saw him stumbling. At the same moment, beyond his shoulder, a brown face in olive camos
