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There was no gradual awakening. Driver jumped awake as if a bomb had gone off inside her. Her head banging and cheeks burning hot. But wide awake and on red alert.
The churn of the helicopter rotors drilled into her skull. But it was another loud noise that had brought her back to life. It was right in her ear. A high-pitched bleat.
As she sat up, a goat appeared in her face. A what? She must have been hallucinating. But no, there was a four-legged animal in the rear of the helicopter, tugging at her vest with its teeth. She slapped its long, bearded white face away, a little boy sitting on the seat across from her with beaming grin, loving the thrill of a helicopter ride.
Driver looked towards the cockpit, where Pope rode alongside Lim.
She pushed up and looked around her. ‘Did we
