POV: Darius
The blades of the helicopter roared above our heads, slicing through the thick clouds as the island came into view below us — wild, rugged, and dangerous. I could already taste the war in the air.
“Gentlemen,” the pilot called over the noise, “put on your parachutes. This is my last stop. I’ll see you both when the run is over.”
I reached for my parachute and strapped it on, tightening every buckle across my chest. Next to me, Maximus did the same, his eyes looking toward me with that same arrogant smirk. He thought this would be easy. Well he thought wrong.
The helicopter hovered in the sky, wind howling.
We stood, each of us moving to opposite doors. The pilot gave a quick thumbs up.
“See you on the ground, Wolfe,” Maximus muttered.
“Try not to break your neck on the w
