Chapter 52
Chapter Fifty-Two
Mon/November/2008 07:00 AM
Chapter
52
“Someone’s firing on us!” Simon shouted. “Get us in the air!”
Tim shook his head furiously from side to side. The sounds of the engines changed pitch as the blades shifted their angle and the copter’s skids lifted away from the platform. Simon moved for the doors as two more shots rang out, neither one of them hitting the copter as it twisted in the air.
The copter started moving faster.
Up, up.
The landing pad below moved away in jerky twists and lunges.
“You trying to knock me out of the fucking thing?” Simon shouted to Tim.
“It’s been a while,” Tim screamed back.
The chopper pulled clear of the building, the platform disappearing from jeff’s sightline as the ground twelve stories below moved into his frame of vision. Simon stepped toward the edge of the cabin. His hand reached out for the door handle, just as Jeff leapt up from his seat, placed one foot on the floor, and pivoted to the side, throwing his hip around, and with it his foot, which spun out in a wide arc, hitting Simon squarely in the back. The man fell forward, out of the helicopter, and into free air.
The copter lurched to the side as Tim looked back to see what had happened.
Simon’s arm’s pinwheeled in the air. He locked eyes with Jeff as he seemed to hang in place momentarily. Then he turned, just as his head caught a sharp whack from the helicopter skid.
Jeff saw the man’s eyes go dead, even before his body plunged like a rock to the ground below.
Tim lifted his gun, firing at Jeff, who crouched to the floor as two bullets flew wildly astray, one hitting the back of the passenger’s seat, the other shooting straight out of the cabin.
Nick and Ransom watched from below as the chopper circled back toward the building in a swooping turn, the pilot barely maintaining control.
“What the fuck is going on in there?” Ransom shouted.
“It’s coming back at us! What should I do?” Nick screamed.
“Get ready to duck!”
The engine sputtered and whirred, threatening to stall.
In the cabin, Tim again spun around to fire at Tim, who tried his best to stick close to the floor, even as the handcuffs held his hand fast to the armrest. His other arm was throbbing now, the coat sleeve growing a deep crimson as blood from the bullet wound bled through the fabric.
Will was going to be pissed!
The fear of his valet’s wrath gave Jeff a boost of energy.
He leapt to his feet, lunging towards Tim in an awkward repeat of his previous, highly successful kick. This time his foot glanced off the back of the front seat, deflecting slightly, but still hitting Tim in the wrist, sending the handgun flying free, where it hit the side of the cabin and slid out of reach. Tim recoiled in pain, the chopper again swirling out of control as it swooped back and forth over the roof of the hospital.
The movement knocked Jeff from his feet. He fell backwards awkwardly, his restrained arm wrenching his shoulder as the weight of his body crashed down. He looked down, realizing he was laid out on the flat of silver canisters. Their shiny metal bodies shimmered in the whirling daylight. Jeff reached out to them with his injured arm even as Tim seized the controls of the chopper, sending the machine lurching from side to side.
The door to the cabin swung open, and Jeff’s feet slid briefly out into the open air before he caught the bottom of the seat support with his foot. He reached out farther and farther for the canisters.
Tim saw what he was doing and sent the aircraft into wilder and wilder in-air acrobatics.
Then Jeff’s fingertips brushed the nearest canisters. His index and middle fingers made contact with the switches, flipping them up with a satisfying electronic ping. Blue lights lit up on the metal bodies. No sooner did the flashes of blue light up his face, then Jeff was sliding across the cabin floor again.
The copter tilted to the side, and Jeff was suddenly airborne.
But his flight was brief.
Snap.
The handcuff caught his wrist, catching him before he fell. The wrist snapped, twisting and splintering at a terribly improper angle, even as it held him in place.
Nick watched as Jeff dangled from the side of the copter as it spun wildly. The pilot was trying to shake Jeff out of the aircraft.
Murray jumped to his feet as the copter swung down toward the platforms, its skids coming within inches of the surface, then shooting back up into the air.
Jeff’s legs kicked wildly. Shouts of pain, panic, and anger roared from his mouth.
Murray ran for the edge of the platform, pulled a gun from the back pocket of his vest, and aimed for the handcuff chain that clasped Jeff’s wrist to the arm of the passenger chair. He fired two shots, both of which missed their mark as the chopper again spun toward him. Murray ducked, rolling to the side and over the edge of the building towards the next roof level below. He hit the surface with a thud, knocked out from the impact.
“What’s happening now?” Ransom asked.
“Pepper’s dangling from the side of the chopper!” Nick shouted.
“Handcuffs?”
“I assume! Sure as hell doesn’t look like he’s there on purpose.”
“Can you hit ‘em?”
“What?”
“The cuffs! Can you hit ‘em?”
Nick turned to him. “Hell, I can try.”
“Do it!”
*End of Chapter 52* Plenty more new stuff next week as we enter the final stretch. In the Meantime, you can click here to order "On/Off - A Jekyll & Hyde Story."
“Someone’s firing on us!” Simon shouted. “Get us in the air!”
Tim shook his head furiously from side to side. The sounds of the engines changed pitch as the blades shifted their angle and the copter’s skids lifted away from the platform. Simon moved for the doors as two more shots rang out, neither one of them hitting the copter as it twisted in the air.
The copter started moving faster.
Up, up.
The landing pad below moved away in jerky twists and lunges.
“You trying to knock me out of the fucking thing?” Simon shouted to Tim.
“It’s been a while,” Tim screamed back.
The chopper pulled clear of the building, the platform disappearing from jeff’s sightline as the ground twelve stories below moved into his frame of vision. Simon stepped toward the edge of the cabin. His hand reached out for the door handle, just as Jeff leapt up from his seat, placed one foot on the floor, and pivoted to the side, throwing his hip around, and with it his foot, which spun out in a wide arc, hitting Simon squarely in the back. The man fell forward, out of the helicopter, and into free air.
The copter lurched to the side as Tim looked back to see what had happened.
Simon’s arm’s pinwheeled in the air. He locked eyes with Jeff as he seemed to hang in place momentarily. Then he turned, just as his head caught a sharp whack from the helicopter skid.
Jeff saw the man’s eyes go dead, even before his body plunged like a rock to the ground below.
Tim lifted his gun, firing at Jeff, who crouched to the floor as two bullets flew wildly astray, one hitting the back of the passenger’s seat, the other shooting straight out of the cabin.
Nick and Ransom watched from below as the chopper circled back toward the building in a swooping turn, the pilot barely maintaining control.
“What the fuck is going on in there?” Ransom shouted.
“It’s coming back at us! What should I do?” Nick screamed.
“Get ready to duck!”
The engine sputtered and whirred, threatening to stall.
In the cabin, Tim again spun around to fire at Tim, who tried his best to stick close to the floor, even as the handcuffs held his hand fast to the armrest. His other arm was throbbing now, the coat sleeve growing a deep crimson as blood from the bullet wound bled through the fabric.
Will was going to be pissed!
The fear of his valet’s wrath gave Jeff a boost of energy.
He leapt to his feet, lunging towards Tim in an awkward repeat of his previous, highly successful kick. This time his foot glanced off the back of the front seat, deflecting slightly, but still hitting Tim in the wrist, sending the handgun flying free, where it hit the side of the cabin and slid out of reach. Tim recoiled in pain, the chopper again swirling out of control as it swooped back and forth over the roof of the hospital.
The movement knocked Jeff from his feet. He fell backwards awkwardly, his restrained arm wrenching his shoulder as the weight of his body crashed down. He looked down, realizing he was laid out on the flat of silver canisters. Their shiny metal bodies shimmered in the whirling daylight. Jeff reached out to them with his injured arm even as Tim seized the controls of the chopper, sending the machine lurching from side to side.
The door to the cabin swung open, and Jeff’s feet slid briefly out into the open air before he caught the bottom of the seat support with his foot. He reached out farther and farther for the canisters.
Tim saw what he was doing and sent the aircraft into wilder and wilder in-air acrobatics.
Then Jeff’s fingertips brushed the nearest canisters. His index and middle fingers made contact with the switches, flipping them up with a satisfying electronic ping. Blue lights lit up on the metal bodies. No sooner did the flashes of blue light up his face, then Jeff was sliding across the cabin floor again.
The copter tilted to the side, and Jeff was suddenly airborne.
But his flight was brief.
Snap.
The handcuff caught his wrist, catching him before he fell. The wrist snapped, twisting and splintering at a terribly improper angle, even as it held him in place.
Nick watched as Jeff dangled from the side of the copter as it spun wildly. The pilot was trying to shake Jeff out of the aircraft.
Murray jumped to his feet as the copter swung down toward the platforms, its skids coming within inches of the surface, then shooting back up into the air.
Jeff’s legs kicked wildly. Shouts of pain, panic, and anger roared from his mouth.
Murray ran for the edge of the platform, pulled a gun from the back pocket of his vest, and aimed for the handcuff chain that clasped Jeff’s wrist to the arm of the passenger chair. He fired two shots, both of which missed their mark as the chopper again spun toward him. Murray ducked, rolling to the side and over the edge of the building towards the next roof level below. He hit the surface with a thud, knocked out from the impact.
“What’s happening now?” Ransom asked.
“Pepper’s dangling from the side of the chopper!” Nick shouted.
“Handcuffs?”
“I assume! Sure as hell doesn’t look like he’s there on purpose.”
“Can you hit ‘em?”
“What?”
“The cuffs! Can you hit ‘em?”
Nick turned to him. “Hell, I can try.”
“Do it!”
*End of Chapter 52* Plenty more new stuff next week as we enter the final stretch. In the Meantime, you can click here to order "On/Off - A Jekyll & Hyde Story."