Just as Cindy had said, there was only a narrow clearing in the forest—far too small for the choppers to land, especially with so many in the air. The moment Cindy began the countdown, the cabin doors were flung open on both sides.
One by one, the combatants leaped out without hesitation. They clutched their rifles tight to their chests, one hand guarding their heads. As their boots hit the grassy terrain, they expertly rolled with the impact, redistributing the shock to avoid injury.
Hera stood at the edge of the cabin, the wind whipping at her body suit. She was the last one remaining. Her heart pounded—not with fear, but focus.
From the co-pilot seat, Cindy's voice came through the headset, calm and steady.
"Best of luck, Young Miss."
