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Demetrius
The Huey tilted sideways and arched toward the sea skimming pine tree tops, its force gluing Demetrius and Amara to the backs of their seat. Clearing the island’s rim it dived for the water, dodging a searing Stinger that hissed over them and plunged into the sea, exploding and spewing water like a hundred blow whales.
Amara shuddered, swallowing her bile.
“Land this baby! There!” Demetrius said, practically on the pilot’s lap, pointing to a basin chiseled into the side of a hill. “Hurry, these are heat-seeking missiles.”
Diving like Greg Luganis, knocking Demetrius to his knees, the helicopter, vibrating like a freight car, pitched for the sea, the landscape racing beneath them. Just when Amara was certain it would crash the pilot yawed the copter upright and dropped str
