"In my backpack," he said, thinking the same thing she was. "My hands are going to be full, though. You're going to need to fend them off." They got to the helicopter, a relatively tiny thing, but big enough to fit a person on a stretcher in the back. He popped the door open, helping her up inside, before slinging off both the bags to put them at her feet. He pulled out some of the ammo and dropped it in her lap.

"I can't make it go faster or quieter than it needs to," He apologized. "This is going to get a lot more rough before it gets better. You want the doors open or closed?"