The trip back to Basa Air Base began shortly before sunset.
Two Black Hawks lifted from the refinery's landing zone, their rotors whipping dust and loose papers across the concrete. Below them, the newly reclaimed refinery slowly shrank into the distance. The silver storage tanks reflected the orange glow of the setting sun, and the processing towers rose from the coastline like giant steel sentinels overlooking the sea.
Chandrika sat near one of the windows, her rifle resting across her lap. Beside her, Ramos had somehow fallen asleep less than ten minutes into the flight.
She still didn't understand how he did that.
The man had fought zombies, escorted engineers, and spent half the day making jokes.
And now he was snoring.
A slight smile appeared on her face.
