“They’ve lost contact with Ferguson,” Van Buren told Rankin over the radio.
Before Rankin could reply, the helo pilot pointed at the front of the windscreen.
“Airstrip dead ahead. There’s a plane at the far end.”
A thin line of tracers arced toward them from the right.
“We’re going in!” shouted Rankin. He meant to tell the rest of the team, but in his excitement left the radio channel on the control frequency with Van. “It’s hot! LZ is hot!”
“Godspeed,” said the colonel.