"She'll make it because I’m the one asking," Mila replied, pulling her goggles down.
As the AN-45 roared to life, the vibrations felt like a heartbeat. Mila pushed the throttles forward, feeling the plane fight the frozen slush of the runway. They lifted off just as the asphalt ended, clawing into a sky the color of bruised steel. an-45 Mila
The storm that hit in late November was a "white-out" that grounded every modern jet in the fleet. But a village three hundred miles north was out of medicine, and the mountain pass was too narrow for anything but a prop plane with a short takeoff and a soul. "She'll make it because I’m the one asking,"