For a moment, it felt as though the bird began to regain its lift and pull out of the spin. With the G-force low enough for him to finally be able to bring himself back aboard, Flak fell into his seat and strapped in. His teeth and the magazines in his bandoleer were rattling from the chopper vibrations. The landing skids slapped against the tops of the trees and snapped hundreds of branches to leave a long, traceable scar in the forest canopy. When he took glance to the front, he saw the pilot give another pull on the stick, trying his damnedest to save the bird.
The helicopter started to pull up a bit higher and level out, its tail rising up above the tops of the trees. Only then did the skids snag on a tree trunk and send the Huey flipping onto its side. Flak cussed under his breath as
