The helicopter stabilized. The alarms quieted. The descent continued as though nothing had happened.
Ah Yu exhaled shakily, his face pale in the instrument lights.
"Miss Zhou... how did you counter that so fast? Pilots with decades of experience have crashed from less severe wind shear."
"By not panicking," she said. "Fear makes you overcorrect. Overcorrection kills. We're landing now."
THE LANDING
Runway lights appeared in the distance, dim points of illumination spaced far apart. This was clearly a private facility, the kind that didn't appear on public maps. Snow swirled across the ground in ghostly patterns, driven by relentless wind.
Zhou Yuxi aligned their approach with smooth, constant adjustments.
"Wind cross-direction twenty degrees. Adjusting yaw."
