#Chapter 130 - Savior

The helicopter arrives faster than Victor thought it could. Victor is grateful, frankly. He needs to get this confrontation over with, whatever it is, before he passes out from blood rushing to his head. He knows he’s at a disadvantage now, that Rafe holds all the cards. But he’s ready to face anything Rafe can throw at him. Even if he is strung up like a rabbit. The helicopter hovers above them now, the wind from the blades shaking the trees. Victor struggles to look up at it, but then covers his eyes, both from the light and the pine needles flying through the air. From between his fingers he can see a black rope ladder drop between the branches, three figures swiftly climbing down it. Two of them are in white with red crosses on their shoulders. As soon as they hit the ground, they move to the imposter, checking his wounds and then carrying him over to the bottom of the ladder. The other figure, in black tactical gear nearly identical to his own, slowly saunters over to