"Communications check. Ah Yu?"
"Clear," came his voice through the headset.
"Chen Yue?"
"Clear."
"Zhao Wei?"
"Clear."
"Liu Han?"
"Clear, Miss Zhou."
"Jin Boyuan?"
"Clear," he managed, his throat tight.
She nodded, satisfied, then activated the external speakers. "Su Feng, Li Meili, move back at least fifty meters. Now. This aircraft generates extreme rotor wash, and it's significantly more powerful than standard helicopters. Move quickly."
The two people didn't need to be told twice. They ran back toward the mansion, their figures growing smaller in the distance, finally stopping near the main entrance where they turned to watch.
Zhou Yuxi's fingers moved to the overhead panel, her movements deliberate and precise. "Starting engine one."
