In the next few seconds, the clearing was filled with lean, grim-faced men and silent dogs, moving like gravity had granted them a reprieve. One man with a red ball cap fired a rifle and a pistol at the same time.
Guns fired, and dogs sprang, bodies fell. The men who'd got out of the helicopter were hiding behind it, shooting at the security guards, as Anderson, bent low, was trying to get back aboard. I lost sight of Don briefly but finally spotted him rushing the helicopter with a gun in his hand, firing as he went.
The two men fell, though I could see two more scrambling around inside and Anderson climbing into the pilot's seat. With a jerk, the blades spun to life, and the copter left its position near the ground. Don kept running, one arm thrown across his face against the flying de
