boomp again
My headset cackles to life again, the voice of the Chinook pilot becoming clear, "Third Actual this is Saint 1-1, we're nearing the target location, mark the LZ with smoke." I curse to myself, pulling the mic down in front of my mouth. "We're in a load of stuff right now, we're going to need a little more time," I say, and he responds, "Copy, make it quick." I turn my attention to Tamara, "How bad is it!?" I shout over the gunfire.