The Airbus H160 descended with a thunderous hum, rotor wash whipping across the rooftop as the helicopter steadied itself over the landing pad. The bold Solaire insignia gleamed against the white paint of the pad, framed by a ring of yellow lights and chrome guardrails. A team of private security personnel in black suits stood in formation, earpieces flashing discreetly beneath their collars.
The pilot's voice crackled through Jensen's headset.
"Touching down in thirty seconds, sir."
Jensen gave a brief nod. "Take it slow. We're guests here."
The helicopter's skids met the pad with a gentle thud, rotors still spinning as ground staff rushed forward in practiced coordination. One of them gave a signal, and the rear passenger door opened smoothly. Jensen stepped out first, his tailored suit catching the afternoon breeze, the Manila skyline stretching endlessly behind him.
