He scanned the trees again. No ... No, it wasn't emanating from there. So where ...?
Thump-thump-thump-WHAP-WHAP-WHAP ...!
He peered skyward.
It was a helicopter. It was coming on fast. It was here.
“Hey!” he shouted, X-ing his arms.
The black helicopter roared overhead with a blast of wind.
He whirled, watching it fly away ...
Damn.
Then, to his amazement, it began circling back, swooping low over the treetops to within a hundred feet of him. There it hovered.
WHAP-WHAP-WHAP-WHAP ...
Nimson moved forward, waving. I’m saved, he thought. I’m ... He came to a halt, suddenly.
The chopper was armed. He saw sunshine glinting off coils of ammo.
He lowered his arms. Wasn’t it against the law for civilian aircraft ...
The chopper opened up—its 30mm guns blazing. Nimson danced like a m
