[center][h3]Day 1 - Dylan, Nadia & Joséphine[/h3][/center]

When Joséphine climbs aboard the helicopter, the armed guards follow her back on-board, all save one. He approaches the recruit's mother, the one referred to as the Captain. Grim-faced, he has a brief conversation with her, pointing back toward the way the helicopter had approached from. The Captain's eyes widen, then narrow in determination, and she wheels away from the guard, shouting orders that seem to be obeyed immediately - people begin scattering, passing a message along as they go, until the courtyard is a hive of activity. The guard watches all of this begin, then turns to climb back aboard the helicopter as well.

"Alright, we've likely only got a few minutes before the bombing begins again," the guard shouts over the sound of the helicopter rotors. "Let's move out!" He signals the pilot, who immediately sets the 'copter to lifting off. "Brace," he orders, and this time none of the guards reach for the remaining door, instead holding fast to ceiling bars, the seat arms, and anything at all that looks remotely capable of securely holding their weight upon impact.

"There's still one more name on the list, Sarge," one of the other guards speaks up.

"What, no there isn't," the lead guard says, snatching up the manifest. A final sheet of paper flutters to the floor of the helicopter, and he dives for it just before it's blown out into oblivion. "How did we miss this?" he demands, looking from one face to the next, as if in search of someone to blame for this failing. None of the other guards step forward, and they're saved from the scrutiny as the pilot shouts, the helicopter diving into a turn.

"Incoming!"

Though the helicopter is high enough over the ground that the castle is little more than a speck on the ground, with what appears to be a convoy of ant-sized vehicles flooding away from it, when the bomb hits the center of the castle, decimating all those who were unlucky enough to remain inside, the shock of the blast hits the airborne transport solidly, sending it into a tailspin. The pilot manages, somehow, to pull out of the dive.

"We leave it in your hands again," says the Sergeant, though he doesn't sound as if he wants to do any such thing. "Will we stop for the last name on the list, or will we head onward to Black Dawn?"