Marcus stared at the panel for a moment longer, reading each line carefully.
So it wasn't just pilots.
It was full crews.
That changed everything.
He glanced toward the two Black Hawks sitting on the open ground. Machines like that weren't meant for one man. They needed coordination. Pilot, co-pilot, crew chief, door gunners.
If he wanted them operational, he couldn't cut corners.
"…Alright," he muttered. "Do it properly."
He tapped the first option.
"Black Hawk crews. Two units."
[Purchase: Black Hawk Crew x2 – 400,000 MC]
The system confirmed it instantly.
This time, the reaction on the ground was different.
Two magic circles formed beneath each helicopter. They spread outward in precise patterns, lines and symbols etching themselves into the soil like glowing blue ink. The light pulsed once, then again, steady and controlled.
Marcus watched without moving.
Then the circles flared.
Figures appeared.
Not one.
Not two.
A full crew per helicopter.
Four men each.
