“Whiskey 5, reinforcements are inbound, hang tight, over.”
As the gonerz disappeared into the darkness in the rear view mirror, they were met with silence, something they thought they’d never miss. The rain decelerated to a gentle pitter patter and the lightning no longer danced wildly in the sky. A gentle humming made it’s way to their ears.
“Helicopters,” Hastings breathed, closing his eyes.
The grey clouds began to make way as the first rays forced it’s way, showering bursts of warm light on to the starving ground. Dust rose in the horizon. Randy peered through the scope of his weapon as air swept through his features, cleansing him. Sighing loudly, he said,
“The cavalry is here.”
A slight smile broke across everyone’s faces feeling relieved, the ordeal was nearly over. Hastings pulled out his binocular and squinted at the mini dust storm as he caught sight of the first vehicle that made it past the dust screen. Sean looked up at Hastings as he bought the binoculars down to his chest, his face twisted in distraught. He reloaded the machine gun as he stared off at the incoming cavalry.
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