"Here," I pick Jacov up in a fireman's carry and run through the woods to the east, away from the town.
The helicopter hovers of where the smoke is. I stop and get low. A stream of tracers fall out of the helicopter and into the surrounding woods, they seem to still think we are where we were.
"Tempest, continues 50 meters up the beach. Saviors are holding."
"Blackwater to Estaloo, we have a helicopter over the beach looking for our pilots, can you run it down and scare it off at least?"