The wind howled through the open sides of the helicopter, the whirring blades slicing through the chaos below. Claire gripped the controls, her knuckles white as she struggled to keep the chopper steady. The fiery destruction of the facility spread outward like a living thing, casting an eerie glow against the night sky.
Ethan leaned over her shoulder, his voice barely audible over the noise. “We’ve got company!”
Claire glanced at the radar display—three blips closing in fast. She craned her neck, spotting the unmistakable shapes of pursuing helicopters, their searchlights stabbing through the darkness.
“Of course they have air support,” she muttered, jerking the chopper into a sharp turn to avoid an incoming missile.
“Lena!” Ethan shouted, turning to their injured teammate. “Can you h
