Julian Hale looked down from the helicopter, high above it all.

He watched the two figures below holding each other. His eyes went soft. "Helo 1, descend to target. Helo 2, stand by — wait until Helo 1 extracts the injured before moving in."

He lowered the radio and gave Ade a quiet smile.

Adrian Hadley tilted his face upward. The rotor wash sent his dark hair billowing — nothing like last night's storm. This wind carried something different. Hope.

Helo 1 ...