The helicopter soared through the sky, the air thick with tension. Inside, Azriel, Reed, Roseanne, Thame, and BJ sat in silence, with Zach and Meno in the pilot seats. The hum of the rotors filled the cabin.
Azriel leaned forward, staring out into the deep blue sea. His eyes strained to spot the island using the coordinates they had gathered.
"There it is," Thame said, pointing out the window.
Reed double-checked the navigation console. "Coordinates match up. This has to be the place."
Zach, who was piloting the helicopter, started to lower their altitude. "Hang on, everyone. We'll keep it low to avoid drawing attention."
As they were about to go down, Azriel noticed something troubling. It felt off. He quickly spoke up, "Wait, we can't land here. It's too risky."
Thame nodded in agreement. "Azriel's right. We need to land somewhere safer."