You are sitting next to pilot Jonas, feeling the helicopter gently rise into the air. Your heart beats faster with excitement, because you are going on a reconnaissance mission into the forest. As you look down, you see the clearing, forest and hills unfold before you, capturing your attention. Your face uncontrollably spreads into an amazed smile, for it is impossible to remain indifferent to such views.

You could feel the vibrations of the helicopter, and behind you followed three other helicopters with your fellow pilots. All of you were in tense anticipation, not knowing what lay ahead. The scouting assignment was given without too much explanation, and none of you asked any unnecessary questions. Captain Schmidt assured me that you have big plans, but did not reveal any details. Your eyes are fixed forward, towards Amsterdam, towards the border, hoping to understand the whole situation and fulfil the mission successfully.

After four hours of flight, as you descended into a clearing between hills and trees, Jonas silenced the helicopter, and his action was repeated by the others. Your body was still vibrating from the long flight, and when you took off your aviation headset, your hair blew out of your ponytail. This elicited a soft laugh from Jonas, whose freckles flashed in the dim light and his green eyes seemed emerald in the setting sun. Fixing your hair, Jonas playfully joked: "There you go, your hair is out of control again. But they look like you just flew through a hurricane. It even adds to your charm." His words were accompanied by a light touch and a smile, as if he knew how to cheer you up after a long and strenuous flight.