Two hours later, they finally arrived at the base at the outskirts of the City of Berm. The noise of the helicopter rotors drew the attention of every personnel in the base, and the maintenance crews immediately went to the helipad for its arrival.
The aircraft descended steadily.
Dust and loose gravel scattered across the ground as the rotors pushed air downward, the sound echoing across the compound. Personnel nearby paused what they were doing, some shielding their eyes, others simply watching.
For many of them, specifically those hired adventurers, this was still something new.
The helicopter touched down smoothly.
"Touchdown," the pilot confirmed.
Marcus unfastened his harness.
"Open it," he said.
The side door slid open, letting in the outside air along with the lingering sound of the rotors. One of the crew stepped out first, guiding the landing area while the others began routine checks.
Marcus stepped down next.
"Okay, we are here guys. So what's the plan?"
