Chapter FiveIf they trust me,” she muttered to herself, “then who do I—”
“Five minutes.”
For a moment Lola thought it was the recovery crew with good news, but they were both still deep in the bowels of the shattered helicopter working frantically and she was halfway to the other Mil to check on the prisoners.
Then she connected that it was Kara’s voice on the radio relay from the drone up at thirty-thousand feet.
“Crap! I need more time.”
“Tell that to the Russians. You have three choppers and a fast mover out of Donetsk.”
Lola really did not need to be fighting off a Russian jet with a bunch of stolen helicopters.
“Make that four minutes. Two more whirlybirds coming up out of Sevastapol in Crimea to the south.”
“That was supposed to be our escape route. s**t!”
If Kara replied, L
