Chapter SevenSeventeen seconds later—when she was done with the saw—one of the ground crew had retched out his guts, but the last body bag was on the move. The results of the crash would have necessitated a closed-coffin funeral anyway, so whether he was in one part or—
Lola raced for her helicopter.
“Wind ’em up!” she called over the general frequency. She needn’t have bothered, all of the helos were cranking their engines back up to speed as fast as they could once they saw her in motion.
Lola unharnessed her carbine as she slammed into her seat, reattached the data umbilical, and snapped on her harness. Just as she was about to pull off the night vision gear, she spotted the empty Mil-17 still sitting there, straight ahead. She should have dropped a couple of thermite grenades inside
