THE SUN WAS TINTING the horizon of Suddene’s desert as the heli neared Chimera’s construction site. All there was to identify the place was a handful of monster trucks and a large hole in the ground.
“Taking her down,” Zapata said.
He’d flown the heli well in bad conditions. A head wind had wrestled them all the way across the ocean, adding another half an hour to their flight duration. Buffeted by unpredictable gusts, Zapata had managed the light craft with skill. He hadn’t spoken much, but Cherry had seen his lips thinning with tense concentration several times.
She guessed she was lucky they hadn’t ended up ‘in the drink’.
Just as she was finally relaxing and thanking the stars the journey was over, the wind gave them one last parting blow, whipping the heli upward when they weren’t
