Wind tore across the sand as the black helicopter descended, its rotors scattering smoke and salt spray. Aria raised an arm to shield her face; the air burned with grit and the smell of fuel. Beside her, Ethan steadied himself against the wind, eyes narrowed to slits.“Stay behind me,” he said.She didn’t move. “You can’t keep saying that.”The machine settled halfway between them and the dying fire on the ridge. Its search-light swept the shoreline once, then fixed on them like a single white eye. A hatch slid open. A woman in a flight suit leaned out, shouting over the roar, “Are you Blackwood and Morgan?”Ethan shouted back, “Who are you?”“Your only exit!”The engines pulsed harder, demanding a decision. Above the surf, faint echoes of gunfire drifted down from the cliffs. The Syndicate hadn’t given up.The ChoiceAria turned to Ethan. “If we get in that thing, we might never know who’s flying it.”“If we don’t,” he answered, “we’ll never know anything again.”She hesitated. For o
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