KABOOOOM.
Two massive, dark-olive Sikorsky MH-60M Black Hawk helicopters of the 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment (Night Stalkers) plunged out of the coastal cloud deck, hovering twenty feet directly above the drilling clearing!
WHOP-WHOP-WHOP-WHOP.
The sixty-thousand-pound rotor downwash hit the industrial site like an eighty-knot hurricane!
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The temporary aluminum awnings and halogen work lights were ripped from their mountings, sent spinning across the asphalt like leaves, smashing into the crane bumpers in blinding cascades of blue electrical fire!
Vivian Cross let out an ear-splitting, airless shriek as the wind knocked her flat onto her stomach in the rock slurry, her four-million-dollar diamond ring grinding against the rough granite!
From the fast-rope deployment gantries of both aircraft hovering twenty feet above the borehole, four heavy braided deployment lines dropped straight down onto the concrete with an authoritative, concussive THUD:
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thud-thud-thud-thud.
Descending through the blinding spray in fluid, terrifying, synchronized mechanical velocity…
