Chapter Twenty One
The engine coughed, and Katrina awoke with a jerk. Fade blinked his eyes open, and he resembled a fish coming out layers of water, water in the form of sleep.
He leaped for the controls, and grasped them, wrenching them to the side, and the helicopter spun violently to the side. Katrina gripped the sides of her seat, her knuckles white with effort.
From the malevolent shadows collecting and roiling in the back of chopper, a man clothed in shadows rose to his feet. A knife glinted in the darkness.
A scream choked Katrina, a strangled yelp escaped the vestiges of her lips.
Fade whipped around, his eyes blazing with fear. The man drew back a fist, and threw a hard, straight jab into Fade's face. Stunned, Fade collapsed against the control panel. "Run, Katrina! Jump!"
The knife whistled through the air, rose and fell, two twin blades winked coldly, then fell, Fade's scream of pain wrenched Katrina's ear drums.
She slammed her foot against the windshield, and cracks spiderwebbed around the impact area of her kick. She rammed into the glass, and it shattered outward with a blast. An icy hand clamped around her ankle. Katrina refused to look down. She jumped.
The wind howled around her, tearing at her clothes, ripping them. The city scape below her barreled at her at the speed of a plane taking off. She began to spin, her stomach turned, and bile stung her throat.
The roofs of tall buildings below her scraped the sky, reaching out sharp turrets toward her.
Katrina pulled the trigger to her parachute. Above her, the helicopter exploded into a ball of orange flames, tinged with shrapnel. Tears streamed down her face as she drifted down toward the streets of New York City.
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