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They came in low, two meters off the waves. They swung wide and came at the Pikes oil rig from opposite sides.
“Be careful, Major,” Lola called over the radio. “This is a GVA 4000 model rig, not a lot of extra space around the helideck.”
As they swooped up from wave tops at two hundred clicks an hour to a full stop six stories up, Lola once again felt resistance on the cyclic. Knowing exactly what it was, she flicked the control, hard, knowing she’d lose momentum on the climb. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the major snatch her hands off the controls, an uncharacteristically dangerous action.
But now the controls were free and it was all Lola could worry about at the moment.
As her nose cleared the edge of the platform, an RPG streaked by not ten feet in front of her windscr
