Act III — Chapter 29
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Danny burst through a heavy gray door, and was greeted by wind blasting from the helicopter’s blades. His hair swept back from his face; his clothes flapped in the gale. Gripping his energy rifle, he paused in the doorway and surveyed the roof.
The asphalt expanse was bedecked with HVAC equipment and water tanks. The helipad, a wide smooth square painted with a circled letter “H”, dominated the rooftop.
The chopper hovered forty feet above, illuminated by bright white landing lights. Inside the glass bubble of its cockpit, Ivan held his pistol trained on the terrified pilot.
Sergey Mukhayev hung from one of its landing skids. He swayed by one arm, swinging wildly as he twisted and kicked to hoist himself up, his muscles bulging and straining beneath his armor.
