The team entered the chopper, and as the doors closed behind them, they found themselves engulfed in the confined space of the aircraft's interior. The walls were constructed of sturdy metal, while overhead compartments held their equipment securely in place. The seating arrangement consisted of two rows of facing benches, their cushions worn from countless missions. The roar of the engines filled the air, accompanied by the rhythmic vibrations that resonated throughout the cabin.
Miss Thompson settled into her designated seat, her back pressed against the cold metal, and her eyes scanning the interior to ensure everyone was accounted for. She sat near the front, positioned strategically to maintain visual contact with each team member. Mark took the seat next to her, his long legs slightly cramped in the limited legroom.
"Nothing like a cozy bird ride to get the blood pumping, huh?" Miss Thompson remarked with a wry smile, her voice barely audible over the hum of the engines.
