He whirled, watching it fly away ...
Damn.
Then, to his amazement, it began circling back, swooping low over the treetops to within a hundred feet of him. There it hovered.
WHAP-WHAP-WHAP-WHAP ...
Nimson moved forward, waving. I’m saved, he thought. I’m ... He came to a halt, suddenly.
The chopper was armed. He saw sunshine glinting off coils of ammo.
He lowered his arms. Wasn’t it against the law for civilian aircraft ...
The chopper opened up—its 30mm guns blazing. Nimson danced like a marionette. He sparked from head to foot, throwing off blood.
By the time he landed in a ditch on the far side of the road, he’d been shot 300 times.
VIII | Sound and Fury
KRACK! KA-KRACK! KRACK!
Jan screamed. Napoleon had perched on the Sting Ray"s roof, and was butting the rear window with the
