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For a moment Silas hung suspended in the night sky, the city illuminated around him, but their spots of light were overwhelmed with the bright spotlight. Heavy rain drops pounded against him like tiny little fists. Wind whipped at him, so strong it knocked him slightly off course. But he still made it.
He made it to the helicopter, slamming into the Fey who had been standing with the high-powered rifle. Silas had been so quick, and he had probably not planned on Silas doing something so stupid. They always underestimated him.
The helicopter careened away from the building; frankly, it was amazing it was even flying in this storm. Silas grabbed onto the Fey as they slid across the floor of the helicopter. It was a black ops style, with a large, open interior for soldiers and we
