Page 341 of Scars of Fate

Eighteen.

The valve moved.

Barely.

“Keep turning!”

Fifteen.

Fourteen.

Thirteen.

Boone joined them.

I could hear the pain in his breathing.

His injured ankle.

The bullet wound in his side.

The mountain.

The crash.

None of it mattered.

The Brave pulled together.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

The valve opened.

Air thundered through the tunnel.

The radio filled with a deafening roar.

Five.

Four.

Three.

The display froze.

00:02.

No one moved inside our aircraft.

“Boone?” Adam called.

Static.

“Russ?”