Luca
The helicopter blades churned the early morning fog into a white storm. Guards rushed across the landing pad, arms raised to shield their faces as the wind whipped against them. Luca did not slow his steps. He held Aria tightly against him, her body tucked beneath his coat to shield her from the cold.
Nico walked at Luca's side, barking orders into the radio.
"Perimeter secure. Southwest patrol ready. All weapons loaded. Backup team following by convoy."
The doctor trailed behind with two armed escorts, keeping a close grip on the portable monitor strapped over his shoulder.
Aria clung to Luca, her cheek pressed against his chest. She did not speak, but he felt the tension in her trembling muscles. He pulled her closer.
"I am here," he whispered over the roar of the blades.
She nodded weakly, her fingers gripping the collar of his coat.
