Chapter 101
§ Mimicking a hawk--albeit a bloated one--diving after its prey, the helicopter plummeted down and back to the point where they'd last seen the running man. At two hundred feet the pilot horsed the aircraft's nose up to kill some of the speed and let it glide over the top of the rupture in the earth at a more sedate pace than before. The dust cloud they'd kicked up on the first path was only now dissipating, but the downwash blew that away, along with more dust, pebbles and whatever had been laying loose on the ground. Everyone on board searched ahead and to either side, hoping to be the first to see the fugitive. As they cruised over the crest, those stationed at the doors hefted their rifles and brought them up to their shoulders. Staring down the length of the barrels through the iron
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