Erik put his hand on Jia’s shoulder. “We’re not getting out.”
“We’re better in the air?” Jia asked.
“That’s the plan, but yeah, we’re not leaving our protection.” Erik turned to Malcolm. “Make sure you’re strapped in. We’ve got decent armor on this thing, but it can’t take machine g*n or cannon rounds from a gunship.”
Malcolm pulled on his seatbelt and the extra harness, swallowing. “Kind of a different experience helping you guys in the field, especially when the field is a warzone. I thought I was being a badass just being on the Argo, but I’m really in it now, aren’t I?””
Argo“Yeah. It’s a good thing.” Erik grinned.
Malcolm swallowed. “A good thing?”
“When bullets are flying at you, it ups the pressure. Helps you focus.”
“If you say so,” Malcolm mumbled.
The gunship made another
