In a few moments, Ted whooped. “Just about to the reef. And we have backup!” Boats, copters, and drones were all speeding toward them. A couple of the copters had landed on the reef. “We’re in the clear now.”
There was another ping, and their copter started to spin. Ted grunted. “Hold on!” The spinning slowed as he regained control, but they were losing altitude fast—and they hadn’t had much altitude to begin with. “Get ready to jump!” Ted shouted, more excited than afraid.
The copter hit the water rather gently, then settled. As he popped the canopy, Ted said gleefully. “I designed it to float. Never got to check it out, though. Looks like my design was good.”
Dash escaped from her seatbelt, then from the copter, into water that shocked her whole system with cold. The remains of her sa
