White Forest
The chopper's made good time, for all that Adrian's periodically had to circle around, double back, or otherwise divert from his planned course. He's thrown off his pursuers or left them in pieces on the ground, and he's taken down a dropship or two (one he considers a confirmed kill, and one he thinks might've made it out alive- but no way in hell will it survive much longer). For a novice pilot, he's been doing pretty well.
They're coming up on the White Forest base, though. That means he's going to have to land soon, and he doesn't like that prospect one bit. "Hey, you two," he calls over his shoulder. "Buckle up if you can 'n hold on real tight if you can't. We're gonna need to do some fancy dancing to let these folks know we ain't a hostile if we're gonna land anytime soon."
They're coming up on the White Forest base, though. That means he's going to have to land soon, and he doesn't like that prospect one bit. "Hey, you two," he calls over his shoulder. "Buckle up if you can 'n hold on real tight if you can't. We're gonna need to do some fancy dancing to let these folks know we ain't a hostile if we're gonna land anytime soon."