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Nobody saw the RPG until it was too late.
It slammed into the rear of the Chinook, spinning the helicopter over the cliff as it spewed black smoke and red hydraulic fluid.
“Shit, that’s engine two! We are losing engine two!”
Voodoo ducked behind a rock, dodging the gunfire as his brain caught up with his eyes. They wouldn’t - couldn’t - leave them here, would they? Mother’d find a way. He always did.
“Mother, we’re losing engine two! Hydraulics are shot! We can’t hold this altitude!”
The words were like a punch to the gut. Voodoo felt the blood drain from his face as the helicopter drifted further and further away, melding with the brown desert-dry landscape below.
“Rabbit, covering fire! Voodoo -”
“Mother - ”
“Voodoo!”
“What’re we doing -”
“Find a rally point! We are coming back for you!”
Voodoo looked at Preacher. Preacher looked at Voodoo.
And so, with half-empty magazines and a company of fighters at their back, they did the only thing they could.
They ran.
It slammed into the rear of the Chinook, spinning the helicopter over the cliff as it spewed black smoke and red hydraulic fluid.
“Shit, that’s engine two! We are losing engine two!”
Voodoo ducked behind a rock, dodging the gunfire as his brain caught up with his eyes. They wouldn’t - couldn’t - leave them here, would they? Mother’d find a way. He always did.
“Mother, we’re losing engine two! Hydraulics are shot! We can’t hold this altitude!”
The words were like a punch to the gut. Voodoo felt the blood drain from his face as the helicopter drifted further and further away, melding with the brown desert-dry landscape below.
“Rabbit, covering fire! Voodoo -”
“Mother - ”
“Voodoo!”
“What’re we doing -”
“Find a rally point! We are coming back for you!”
Voodoo looked at Preacher. Preacher looked at Voodoo.
And so, with half-empty magazines and a company of fighters at their back, they did the only thing they could.
They ran.