Salim altered the throttles when they were about ten meters above the
pad, and they started drifting sideways. For a second it looked as
though they might ram the Agusta, but then he applied the clutch,
stopcocked the engines, and hit the rotor brake. The Hind safely
touched down, tires skidding. They were in.
Best of all, there'd been no radar warning alert from the instrument
panel. Around them the facility was dark and, as he shut down the
engines, deathly quiet. The wheels of the retractable landing gear had
barely settled onto the asphalt before the main hatch was open and the
men were piling out, black Uzis ready, the first rounds already
chambered.