“You need to–”
I could hear alarms blaring through the comms, and I glanced at Taft. His fingers whipped over the keyboard and pulled up the radar.
“Holy shit. Incoming,” she said. “Evasive maneuvers.”
“Fuck. What the–” I began, but Taft cut me off as he stared at the monitor and the radar display.
“Two incoming.”
Holy shit. Quincy’s bird was heading in our direction and there were two blips coming in hot.
“Who the hell is shooting at me and why?” she asked. Her voice was more pissed than scared.
“What the fuck is going on?” I shouted.
“Some helo is firing at Quincy,” Taft barked.
“No fucking kidding. Why? Here? What the fuck? FORD!” I shouted, my voice echoing off the walls.
I heard the screen door slam, then Ford and Hayes raced into the room and came to a stop. I had no idea where they’d been, but thank fuck it had been close. Taft flipped a switch on the speakers, and I ripped off my headset. He did, too.
Quincy’s voice came through loud and clear for all of us when she said, “I’ve been hit,” she said, then relayed the list of damages.
Ford’s eyes widened. “Hit by what?”
“A missile. Gunfire. Someone’s up there trying to take her out.”
“Williams?”
“How the fuck do I know?”
“She was on an emergency call,” Hayes pointed out. “The trip wasn’t planned. It’s not like he’d have known about it in advance and sent a team.”
“Then they’re coming here and decided to take her out first. Her and our chopper.”
“And my baby.”
All three men stared at me. Complete silence in the room.
“Not sure about landing, but I’ve had worse,” Quincy said.
“Fucking-A, Quincy!” I shouted after picking up the headset and speaking into it.
“Shut it, Kennedy,” she snapped. “Get your ass off the fucking comms.”
“You’re my woman and–”
“I’m not your woman,” she countered. “Taft, shut him down. I’m returning to base. I don’t need–”
We heard the alarms blare again.
“Incoming. Someone sure as shit doesn’t like your ass,” Taft said.
We stepped close to the monitor and watched. “That’s another bird.”
“Definitely Williams. Surprise attack,” Ford said. “Hayes–”
“Fuck,” Quincy muttered.