An Attack Helicopter Brought us Together
Five girls, semi-friends on a quest to escape North Korea, steal an attack helicopter and crash it by chance outside BTS's apartment building. Under pressure, they all must learn to cooperate, or they could all be killed. Slowly, unpredictable bonds are built (and a few are destroyed), along with fledgling empires and an awful lot of cats (ask Ember - it's her fault there are cats everywhere!)
Excerpts:
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"...It'll be good for PR, and after that whole fiasco at the awards show, fans think that you're uh... Dating each other."
"Wait, what?" Jin breathes. "But I'm like 29! They're like 18!"
"It's legal though," Beverly smiles. "But for real, can I date Jimin?"
"Ew, no." Jimin frowns, "I hate you."
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"We're not getting you a gun," Junk stated blankly, "I am in fear of my life everyday because of your pistol."
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"Hey uh..." Serena whispers, which is surprising because she usually yells, "Is that...?"
"OH MY HOLY MOTHER-FUCKING GOODNESS IS THAT HIM!?" Beverly squeals.
"Oh shit," Tae stares at him, "I think it is."
The leader of North Korea is sitting two tables down from us, eating a triple cheeseburger. He looks up, noticing that we're watching him. He waves idly, but smiles malignantly. I sorta want his autograph - he's famous, right? I half get up, but Serena wrestles me back into my seat, all the while hissing obscenities.
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"Guys, it says we're in Syria."
"Great..." J-Hope mutters, rubbing his head.
"Where's Syria again?" Beverly asks.
"Dunno."
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Then Emily shouts from the controls, "Oh my god look guys!"
We all crane our necks to peer out where she's pointing, "Is that... oh my god guys, that's Trump. TARGET ACQUIRED, READY THE NUCLEAR MISSILE!!!"
