Chapter Thirty-Four: FREE FALLING

Stephanie –

Why did Brock follow me? I was more than capable of defusing the situation solo. Yet, a flicker of relief ignited within me when he appeared.

My expertise extends to piloting a chopper, but Brock commandeered the cockpit, seizing the Cyclic’ s authority. Disaster struck immediately upon ascension—our helicopter whirled into chaos, spiraling toward a menacing descent.

I caught glimpse of sensor strips adorning the controls, a scarlet beacon pulsating for the touch of a pilot’s unique imprint. Since when had biometrics woven themselves into the very fabric of aviation?

Brock’s fingers gracefully lifted from the controls; the helicopter surreptitiously transitioned into the calm of autopilot. Custom-crafted for Yadiel, the aircraft boasted ejection seats rivaling those of the formidable Hokum.

Suspended in the air, we loomed over the forest, contemplating a vault into its dense embrace. Such a maneuver teetered on the brink of madness—the rotors would detonate, u