50
Type A
The helicopter rose up, and up and up towards its entry point in the earth. To the left, I saw absolute c*****e. Floor after floor of drone-on-drone action. Wiping each other out with their missiles and guns. Destroying the entire complex.
Floors crashed into the ones below. UAVs circled and bombed.
The pilot wrestled for control—a bomb blast blowing us to one side.
The cabin rattled. Lights and warning alarms flashed and beeped on the cockpit dash. But as you’d expect from JPAC, the pilot was s**t-hot good. He held it together and straightened it out.
Smoke invaded the cabin. I coughed on a lungful and held onto Philippe, laid out on the floor. Nadia gripped tight to a grab handle, her eyes closed, her face drained white.
We spiralled up out of the vertical tunnel, into t
