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Sanjit was distantly aware that several voices were screa his own

Pedals again And the helicopter stopped spinning It was still drifting toward the yacht’s superstructure, but noas doing so backward

He twisted the collective all the way, all the way, baby, and the helicopter shot upward Like a ride Sanjit had been on in Las Vegas once Like the helicopter was on a string and so it toward the clouds

Up and over the superstructure Sanjit saw it pass beneath his feet

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

The rotors had hit so Bits of wire and metal poles fleay The yacht’s radio antenna

The helicopter was still rising and still drifting backward toward the cliff

The other thing The watcharab it grab it do so push it forward forward forward Spinning again! He’d forgotten the pedals the stupid pedals and his feet couldn’t find therees and with the cyclic tilted foras now zooht for the cliff wall

It was maybe a hundred feet away

Fifty feet

In a split second they would be dead And there was nothing he could do to stop it happening

Diana ran across the overgron Caine was ahead of her, faster, she had to catch hi louder, closer

Caine stopped at the edge of the cliff Diana reached it, panting, a dozen feet away from Caine

In a flash Diana understood what Sanjit had been hiding Far belohite yacht lay cruled aloft, spinning crazily this way and then that

Caine’s face for, well, he ht be there, too No way to know

Diana rushed to Caine "Don’t do it!" she cried

He turned a furious face to her "Shut up, Diana"

As they watched, the helicopter spun again and surged toward the cliff

Caine raised his hands and the helicopter stoppedforward It was so close that the rotor hacked apart a bush that clung to the cliff face

"Caine, don’t do this," Diana pleaded

"What do you care?" Caine asked, genuinely puzzled

"Look! Look at them They have little kids in there Little children"