THE SKY HAD HOLES in it. The air was hot and windy and it battered us as we crossed the roof.
‘Get in the chopper!’ Captain McKinley yelled to us.
The stupid blonde girl was getting rescued. She, who deserved it least of all.
Niko gave her a boost into the back. Her hands were tied so she couldn’t climb.
Captain McKinley and I got in the cockpit. He clicked on the switches and pressed buttons, like he had done before, but now he was like a robot. It was his training, doing the preparations – the man was gone.
He flipped a switch and said, over the intercom, ‘Be sure you’re strapped in, back there.’
Let her not be strapped in, I thought to myself, let her fall out and die.