finally. “No, I think Mia is our best chance. God help us all.”
Mia touched the control yoke carefully, feeling its weight and resistance. “I need someone to help me. I can’t fly and monitor everything alone. Tell me what you need,” the helicopter pilot said.
“What’s your name?”
“Martin. Martin Ross.”
“Okay, Mr. Ross. I need you to sit in the captain’s continue reading …
