Fiona staggered toward the ladder swinging crazily in the air flying around by the blades of the chopper. She couldn’t walk in a straight line because of the pack on her back. She was also still trying to shoot randomly into the trees, but she was almost out of ammo. Fiona figured she looked ridiculous, but all she cared about was getting the hell out of the jungle.
She looked up. There were men hanging out of the open door still firing their weapons at the drug runners, but Fiona heard it all through a daze.
Only a little more, Fiona told herself, trying to make herself as small a target as possible, which was really laughable since she had a giant backpack on and was quite tall.
Only a little moreFinally Fiona grabbed the ladder, reaching it just as she started to fall on her face. Sh
