The world outside the small viewport became a chaotic blur of lights and darkness. The craft shuddered as it punched through the sky.
Leon's knuckles turned white as he clung to the hook.
Time lost meaning in the belly of the craft when the violent vibrations eased into a powerful hum.
A deep, metallic thump signaled as the craft settled on hard ground with a hiss. After five minutes, the pressure in the craft decreased, and the ramps descended once more.
Leon's eyes widened when a new taste of air waved into the craft and washed over him. He remained frozen in shock, watching the elevated landing pad.
On the ground around the craft, dozens of vehicles, all painted in military colors, were parked in orderly formation.
Beside the vehicles, soldiers ranked in uniform stood there, staring at the craft with one motive in mind. Welcoming the son of Andrew Storm.
