The distant outline of the capital city grew sharper, its towering structures casting shadows across the landscape as the helicopters drew closer. The air was filled with the repetitive buzz of the blades, but the tension within the cabin was nearly oppressive.
Billy looked off into the distance with a grim expression on his face. His instincts were getting stronger as the seconds went by.
"I don't like this, Manas," Billy muttered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the helicopter. "Something doesn't seem right. Everything feels worse as we get closer."
Sitting next to him, Manas let out a short laugh that wasn't funny at all. "You know, Billy, that paranoia of yours is probably the only reason you're still alive after all these missions." Regardless of his comments, his hand tightened over the grip of his rifle, revealing his own discomfort.
