Chapter 4 - Descent into the Desert
The charter helicopter bounced hard upon touching down on the cracked, sun-baked asphalt of the secluded desert airstrip.
Dust and dry tumbleweeds swirled wildly around the landing gear as the rotor blades slowly wound down to a whining stop.
Before Eleanor’s pilot could kill the engine completely, Richard’s twin-engine plane touched down with aggressive precision fifty yards away.
The cabin door flew open, and Richard stepped out onto the scorching tarmac, his navy blue pilot jacket fluttering in the hot wind.
In his right hand, he held his tactical sidearm with absolute, unwavering steadiness as he strode purposefully toward the helicopter.
Daniel trembled violently inside the passenger seat, frantically trying to push open the locked cabin door on his side.
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“Don't you dare step out of this aircraft, Daniel!” Eleanor commanded sharply, grabbing her son by the collar of his shirt.
“If we go down, we go down together, do you understand me?” Eleanor hissed, her eyes wild with aristocratic desperation.
