The helicopter squadron that received the order was in action, their engines already roaring to life on the takeoff line, and the soldiers heading to the Southern Border were checking their equipment.
"Comrades, prepare to board the helicopters!"
The commander waved his hand and watched as the swift and orderly troops boarded the armed helicopters before he picked up the communicator and yelled into it amidst the roaring helicopter engines.
"Reporting to the commander, the rescue squad, support squad, and medical squad are ready. Requesting confirmation of Sky Hawk's location."
However, after crackling static, a staff member's unclear response came from the headquarters: "Near the XX7 border marker at the border with A Country in the Southern Border..."
"Understood!"
They responded loudly but were inwardly pondering what "near" meant – the area could be too large! Once they descended from the sky, they could be tens of kilometers off on the ground!
