Neil's arrogant face was covered in severe shadows as the helicopter's dazzling lights filled the area. As individuals started to descend, each one clad in military gear and bearing weapons, the constant buzz of the rotors echoed through the air, blending with my thumping pulse. The arrival of Neil's reinforcements squeezed whatever optimism that remained from the night like a tightening rope.
Even though we both knew we were far outnumbered, Lydia took a step back, her face set with ferocious purpose as she lifted her rifle. She didn't waver, however, and her face remained fixed as the first figure struck the ground and advanced precisely toward us.
Neil stepped back a few paces, his face displaying smug delight as he made a sarcastic gesture to his guys. "You both had a good time. However, playtime is finished. Olivia, give me the drive, and I'll think about allowing you leave here with only a warning.
