#Chapter 351 - Firepower

“Ari,” Jesse whispers, equally awed, starting to take his fingers away. “No,” I growl, leaning back, wanting to maintain contact. “Look.” I lift my chin upwards to the sky, where through the rising smoke we can see more helicopters coming. Four of them. Rafe glances at me and then touches the radio at his ear, relaying back to our father at the base the events of the attack. I keep my eyes on the approaching Atalaxian forces as a Cadet runs over to Rafe, glancing anxiously at me as he reports casualties amongst the Cadets and requests medics. Rafe orders him to call for aid and then turns to me as the Cadet runs away. “How are you?” he barks out, his eyes sweeping over me, assessing. “I’m fine,” I snarl, keeping my eyes on the sky, a cold thrill running through me as I see that these helicopters are likewise heading right for us. Rafe grabs my chin, trying to force me to look at him, but I just pull it away, keeping my eyes on the sky. He barks my name again and I glance