The sun fell, the night overtaking the day. The rotors of the helicopter spin, creating a torrent of wind. And with that wind came lift. It brought us into the air.
With that flight was achieved. As it lifted off, so too did our mission begin. It was a cool night that we had taken off from. The wind that froze our skin, the jackets that clung to our skin. It all told of terrible tidings.
Not even just the weather, nor superstition. It was a feeling. Thrown through the air and passed through our bodies. Through the heavy jackets, through the shields and weapons of the carrier. A premonition of the end. Of a fading light like the sun to the earth.
A moment, two. Eyes hardened as it washed through each and every one of us. Through the empty seat filled only by air. I looked to the side, watching as they stiffened and relaxed. Holding tightly to the weapons in their hands.
