Page 114 of Green Ravens

Zorion’s eyes widened.

“Damn, they’re fuckin’ coordinated.”

“Jo, we’re almost to the roof,” Valor said.

“Good. You got less than thirty seconds before the authorities breach.”

They shouldered through the rooftop access door.

Their chopper was awaiting them on the helipad with its blades already whirring.

He and Valor turned just in time to see one of the white cloaks rip an antenna pole from its mount and, without pausing, hurl it like a spear toward the aircraft.

It smashed through the pilot’s window, striking their pilot.

The body tumbled out of the other side like a sack of broken bones, wounded and unconscious but still alive.

“Fuck!” Zorion shouted.

The second figure leaped onto the chopper, and got behind the gun mount, and opened fire.

Hot lead beat across the rooftop, forcing him and Valor to dive for cover behind the ventilation ducts.

“Our pilot is down, and they’re hijacking the bird!” Valor yelled into the comms.

“Stop them!” Jo ordered.

“Oh, right. Why didn’t we think of that?” Valor muttered, staying low.

The engine hummed louder as the chopper rose a few feet into the air. Its skids scraped the ledge of the roof, the rotors whined as the figure in white over-adjusted.

Zorion shook his head. “I don’t think they even know how to fly the damn thing, Jo.”

“Shit,” Jo hissed. “It’s like they’d rather die than take any chances of being caught again.”

The chopper cleared the building and then took a hard nose dive, plummeting toward the ground.

Zorion didn’t wait.

He slung his bow behind him, sprinted to the edge, and leaped over the side.

Valor screamed his name but the howling wind was so loud he barely heard it.

The city lights and red and blue flashes from emergency vehicles blurred below.

Zorion stretched his arms out wide and the fabric snapped open on his wingsuit, catching the air.

He was a black hawk in full dive.

He descended, sleek and fast, cutting through the dark sky after the fleeing chopper.

It drifted toward the left, climbing into a corkscrew maneuver.

Zorion shifted with it, calculating and readjusting. But as the white cloak seemed to get his bearings, he got the chopper back on course.

Zorion realized he was losing them.

They were moving too fast and climbing too high. He wasn’t going to catch them.

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