Damian followed him across the dusty landing pads to the helo-hangar.
Two, take this bitch to the helo-pad.
That's my helo coming.
"Tim, helo!" a dark figure shouted from the awaiting shuttle.
"I'll contact the helo," Dan said with a wink and left.
He heard the beat of a helo approaching.
He trotted to join Dan as the helo lowered from the sky.
The helo hovered near the edge of the plateau.
They sat and pulled out laser guns, arming them and waiting as the helo took them down the mountain again to their awaiting teams.
He had a four-hour helo and hiking trip ahead of him to their nearest secure comms facility tucked into natural cave a few ranges over.
If the helo ride hadn't taken three hours, she would have thought they never left.
Her silent treatment and quiet anger lasted through the long helo ride back to the secret comms center.
He waved the helo away and led her to the hidden entrance.
Emergency lighting glowed red, turning the world inside the broken helo surreal.
The helo creaked but didn't move.
She was ready to break down crying and throw herself out of the helo in the hopes she didn't die when she hit the water.
The helo creaked and slid again in the wiring.
The helo teetered, throwing Brady off his feet.
Our helo went down and got tangled in the bridge's support wires.
Or if the helo hadn't gone down.
The terror on Lana's face was fresh in his thoughts, and he heard her scream again as he was flung from the helo, before it hit the water.
"Did they pull the helo out of the river?" he asked.
Dan stayed behind where your helo went down to search.
Nothing. It was bombed out about a day after the helo went down.
The small team boarded the helo and lifted off.
Brady looked over the newest results then called for a helo to airlift them.
The helo left them at Texarkana, the southernmost point on their map, before missile fire from the other side of the river erupted.