The next two minutes felt strangely long.
Not because the helicopter moved slowly.
If anything, the silver aircraft cut through the night faster than the UPSDF strikers had earlier.
The city blurred beneath them in dark stretches broken by emergency fires, overturned vehicles and the occasional sweep of military searchlights across distant rooftops.
But now that Don had decided to move again, his thoughts refused to stay still.
Outside the window, Santos City looked almost swallowed whole by darkness now.
Only sections still burning remained clearly visible beneath the drifting smoke clouds overhead.
Somewhere far below, another explosion rolled faintly through the streets before vanishing behind clusters of high-rise buildings.
Then Winter's route overlay shifted slightly across his vision.
Destination approaching.
The helicopter lowered soon afterward.
THOOOMM THOOOMM THOOOMM~!
Rotor wash churned across a massive apartment complex spreading beneath them.
