Her earpiece started vibrating.
“Chartreuse, are you there? I can’t see you in the cockpit.”
Emerald’s voice, calm, cool and collected, was reassuring. She loved his voice, perhaps because she heard it so rarely. Because she had to listen to Hunter’s a*s jokes and Olive’s rage all the time. Perhaps because they’d spent a night together, at the start of their training.
“I went for a walk when the bullets started flying. The helicopter got hit. I stabbed a big bad man who stepped on me,” she whispered.
“You ok?”
“Will be when I get this fat sack off me and am on my dainty feet again,” she coughed under her breath, as she wriggled free of the corpse.
“There are two guys trying to get into the bird now. I will take care of them.”
Emerald clicked off before she had a chance to ask him to
