They reached the extraction point.

“Get them aboard,” Mitchell ordered.

Foster climbed into the helicopter, reached back for Mitchell’s hand—

An RPG struck.

And everything went white.

Back in the mess hall, Colonel Foster blinked hard, forcing himself to breathe.

“Your father saved my life,” he said hoarsely. “He saved all four of us. He wasn’t supposed to be there—he came anyway.”

His voice cracked.