Chapter IV: Air Troubles
Characters: William “Will” “Ironhead” Miller, Santiago “Tago” “Pope” Garcia, Tom “Redfly” Davis, Seraphina “Ser” “One Shot” Hayes (OC), Francisco “Frankie” “Catfish” Morales, Ben “Benny” Miller, Yovanna, Yovanna’s brother, Habibi
Warnings: Cursing, malfunctioning helicopters, close call with death
Word Count: 4,325
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The six are on their way to meet Ironhead’s helicopter guy while they pick up Yovanna and her brother.
“Your girlfriend's here,” Catfish opens the back of the van and walks away with a few bags, heading over to the scale.
Ironhead follows his lead. He sits on the bench, catching breath. His wounds still too fresh and for him to continue doing all that he is, is too much for his body to handle.
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Pope walks towards Yovanna, making sure she’s doing alright. “Did you get out okay?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“We're almost there. Help me. Vamos.”
Pope helps the two get their bags out of the car, setting it down with everything else.
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One Shot takes a couple bags from Redfly and Benny before heading over to Catfish and Ironhead.
“Just load 'em up, and I'll weigh 'em," Catfish says before the two guys walk away to get more bags.
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She glances over at Ironhead, seeing him struggle to lift up his shirt. She squats beside his legs, reaching for his hand, stopping him. "Need help?"
He grunts and attempts to push her hand off him. He closes his eyes, clenching his jaw. His nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath. "I got it,” he opens his eyes, looking at her with a tired expression, “I can do this."
She purses her lips, “don't try to be a macho man. You look like you’re on the verge of collapsing which you’ve done before because you were “okay.” Let me do it. I got it; you need to save your energy." She takes his first aid kit, pulling out everything she needs, setting it beside him.
His hand inches closer to the pile.
Without looking at him, she says, “you try to do it yourself; you’re going home with more than that bullet hole.” She removes the old bandage as carefully as she could, pushing away any thought of that night. ‘Will needs help. Breath.’
In. Out. In.
“Ow,” Ironhead grunts in pain.
“Sorry but if it’s like this, you’ll have a lower chance of getting an infection.”
“Little heads up would have been nice.”
“Baby.”
“I just got shot.”
She pulls down his shirt and cleans up the mess she made.
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“Where's your guy?” Catfish questions Ironhead.
“He'll be here,” Ironhead assures him while pushing himself off have bench.
One Shot helps him with his protective gear and weapons.
Ironhead looks off into the distance, searching for the engine echoing throughout the area.
Pope, Redfly, and Benny walk over with the last round of bags leaving the van empty. They stop and see a small plane coming from around the corner.
Once Ironhead is all set, he walks toward it.
Catfish seems to be the only one willing to ask exactly what the others (minus Ironhead) are thinking. “What the fuck we gonna do with that thing?”
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“William.”
Ironhead nods, “Habibi.”
Benny walks over with a bag, ready to make the “trade.”
“Kaifa halak?” Habibi asks.
“You made it,” Ironhead says.
“Count on me.”
Habibi gestures to the older Miller’s wound. “Mosquito bite?”
“Yeah, a little one. Feels worse than it looks.”
Benny chuckles, handing Habibi his payment. “Now how the hell are we all gonna fit in that?”
“Come when you're ready,” Habibi says into a walkie talkie.
“Copy.”
“Feel free to count it,” Ironhead tells him.
“I know where to find you. Voilà!”
A helicopter comes out from the mountains nearby.
The Millers head back to the others.
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“It won't all fit in the net! We gotta get the rest on it inside!” Catfish shouts, so the others will be able to hear him.
Pope, Ironhead, and Benny start placing the first round of bags inside the helicopter.
One Shot stands beside Catfish, setting a couple of bags down for the others to grab and go.
“I don't know if that scale's fucked up, but he's telling me we got 6,000 pounds here," Benny informs the others.
"That's $250 million,” Catfish adds.
One Shot blinks once before shaking her head. "Holy shit," she mutters.
“We stole 250 million? I'm definitely getting that Ferrari!” Benny shouts, walking backwards with a few bags in hand.
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One Shot rolls her eyes, picking up a couple bags. “Now’s not the time to talk about your fucking dream car.”
"Don't worry, stunner. You'll be the first one to get a ride," Benny gives her a small smile. “It sure as hell won’t be a dream car now. I could buy the whole lot if I wanted to.”
She shakes her head, picking up the pace. “Hurry up. The faster we get these in here, the faster you can buy the lot.”
The two get inside the helicopter, placing the bags wherever they can.
“You won’t be saying that when I’m living in an awesome beach house, right next to the ocean.”
She hops out of the copter. “Yeah, and by that time, pig will be flying.” She looks over her shoulder, “hurry up Ben.” She jogs back to the others (who’re still losing their shit over the amount they grabbed).
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“Are you sure?” Pope removes his glasses from his face, setting them on top of his head.
“Let's go!” Ironhead shouts, placing another round of bags inside.
“If that scale is even close to being right, we're gonna have a weight issue,” Catfish informs them.
One Shots beside Catfish once again with her arms crossed.
“What's the issue? This helo can carry 9,000 pounds,” Redfly tells him.
“That's 9,000 at 2,000 feet.” "Yeah, at 2,000 feet." Catfish and One Shot say at the same time.
“If we want to get to the ocean, we gotta fly over the fucking Andes, man,” Catfish adds.
“Are we really leaving $200 million on the fucking runway?” Redfly asks.
“Okay, she'll make it. Let's go!” Catfish walks away from the two.
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One Shot draws her lips into a thin line, eyeing Catfish while he walks away.
He avoids eye contact with her to the best of her ability. He manages to get into the helicopter with no problem... until she followed him.
She stands behind him, off to the side of the pilot’s seat. She lowers her head so only he can hear her. "You know this is gonna seriously fuck up our way out of here, don't you?"
"Of course, I fucking know," he snaps back.
"Then why did you say we would be fine. This is not something you can just ignore. C’mon, Frankie, you’re better than this,” she smacks his shoulder.
"It’s better to agree with Red and not argue. We're wasting time, daylight. Fuck, you name it."
She places a hand on his shoulder, "You don't have to listen to him. He’s not the one who's in charge of this mission. We don’t have to answer to him."
He shrugs her hand off him, "go sit down. We're getting ready to take off."
"Fine... Bitch."
The corner of his lips curves upwards, "asshole."
One Shot heads towards the back with a smirk on her face. She shakes her head as she sits down, opposite of Ironhead.
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“What's your plan for her? We're already overweight as it is,” Redfly argues.
“We promised them a ride over the border into Peru. And we're gonna stand by that!” Pope shouts. He walks away from Redfly, leading Yovanna and her brother to the entrance of the helicopter.
Benny waits at the door, taking their bags and setting them off to the side so he can help them get inside.
Once the two siblings are settled into their seats, Benny sits down beside his brother, and Pope joins Catfish in the cockpit.
And they’re up in the air in no time.
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Redfly’s the first one to come out, alongside him is none other than Yovanna and her brother. He turns to her, “okay, we're gonna let you go now.”
“Thank you,” Yovanna says, feeling nothing but grateful for everyone at the moment.
“I just need to know something. What's my name?”
“I... I don't know.” “What about your buddy back there? What's his name?”
“I don't know. He said he couldn't tell me.”
“Okay, I want you to be real careful... about what you're about to say because the only thing that ties us to them is you. Now, when you finally had sex, and you rolled over and looked him in the eye and said, "What's your real name?" What did he say?”
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Pope exits the helicopter.
One Shot stands in the entrance with a bag and envelope in hand. She stays there, watching over the two with her arms crossed.
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“That never happened.”
“I can just go ask him.”
“He never told me where he was from. He said that you served together... and that you were honest.”
“Why'd he say that?”
“Because I asked him if... if he wasn't afraid of you cheating him. That's why.”
“Everything all right?” Pope asks.
“No!” Redfly glances at the two before walking away.
One Shot steps aside, giving him room to enter.
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“Here's three million dollars. And two tickets with visas to Sydney, Australia. On the way to the airport, stop at this shipping company. Make sure to send the boxes to this hotel in Sydney,” Pope tells her.
“You know that's a lot more than 75 million dollars in there,” Yovanna informs him.
“What does that mean?” Pope asks, looking over his shoulder before returning his attention back to her.
“It's not just Lorea's money in there. A lot more people are gonna come looking after you.”
“I can deal with that. But do not stay in South America because they will find you and they will kill you. Promise me that you won't stay here.”
“Yes!”
“Promise me!”
“I promise you. How... How do I contact you?"
“You can't,” Pope cradles her face in his hands. “You did everything right. You deserve this. Take care of yourselves.”
“Thank you,” Yovanna’s brother says.
“Go!” Pope runs back to the helicopter.
One Shot pulls him in before shutting it.
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The two siblings watch the helicopter rise off the ground and up into the dark, starry sky.
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Pope grabs a headset, putting it on his head before sitting down.
One Shot does the same, leaning her head back until she hit the wall. The movement in the window catches her attention.
She turns her head, watching the sky go by as they fly into the night, going to wherever the fuck they need to. Her brain is on overload mode, and she can’t properly think of anything except for wanting to go to sleep.
“She's lying,” Redfly comments.
“No, she's not,” Pope assures him.
“There are consequences to this shit. You know what we should have done?” Redfly asks.
One Shot listens to them while watching the stars twinkle.
Benny glances over at her, not wanting to be too obvious about it but... it’s Benny and... it’s very obvious (for everyone) to see what he’s doing.
He smiles, remembering the many times he’s caught her staring out a window, no matter if they’re in a car, helicopter or whatever, she always manages to look out and see the world pass by them.
She can sense someone’s eyes on her but doesn’t do anything. She’s barely managing to stay awake as it is, much less be able to hold any conversation longer than a minute.
“That's one you wouldn't come back from,” Ironhead chimes in.
Benny tears his eyes away from her. He leans back to close his eyes, wondering what she thinks about when she looks out windows. He’s asked her before, but the conversation dwindled before he could get a direct answer all those years ago.
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“Hey,” Benny whispers with a stern tone to get her attention.
Seraphina closes her eyes, her shoulders come up to her ears as she flinches, not expecting the new kid to talk to her.
She turns away from the window, giving him her full attention. “What?”
“What do you think about when you look out the window?”
“Why are you asking?”
“Wh- I don’t- I’m just- I’m just asking. Can’t I ask a question without getting an interrogation?”
She does nothing, her expression doesn’t change. “No. You haven’t talked to me once and now you want to ask questions. Excuse me for being a suspicious about your behavior-”
He puts a hand on his chest, “I haven’t done anything for you to think I’m suspicious.”
“Now you’re getting all defensive.”
“I’m- I’m not getting defensive,” he clears his throat.
The corner of her lips twitch, she fights the urge to smile. “oh, yeah? What would you call that?”
He looks around the car, trying to find the right words. “Us… having a normal conversation… for strangers.”
“You got the strange part right.”
“Wha- hey!” He looks back at her and sees her laughing. He smiles, proud of himself. This is more emotion he's gotten out of her since, well ever and he’s definitely not gonna give up the chance to see her smile.
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One Shot lets out a soft sigh, she turns her head, leaning her head back to rest on the wall. ‘Close your eyes and you’ll go to sleep.’
Redfly’s headset bouncing off the seat and his retreating footsteps.
‘Or not.’
Pope shares a look with Ironhead before the latter diverts his attention towards the window.
The former turns and lays his head on One Shot’s thigh causing her to open one eye to see his cheeky smile.
She rolls her eyes, patting the top of Pope’s head. She closes her eyes (really hoping) to get some rest.
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“The weight drags at higher altitudes. I'd like to stay under 5,000 feet till we hit the Andes. Ocean in four hours,” Catfish informs Redfly.
“Roger that. Nice work,” Redfly comments.
“I'm gonna try between these two bigger peaks. Find this valley I saw on the map.”
“Roger,” Redfly focuses on the map in front of him.
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The others are asleep by the time One Shot wakes up.
She blinks owlishly, staring front at the space in front of her she sees the Miller brothers... but she focuses on Benny.
The younger Miller furrows his brows before shifting slightly.
She looks away, not wanting to be caught staring if he does wake up in that moment. She finds nothing but trees and mountains as they pass by but it’s all she needs; it’s more than enough for her to be able to escape her thoughts.
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“Just one last push through the Andes,” Catfish says.
The helicopter rattles waking the other three.
Pope’s startled awake, one hand flung to side, holding onto whatever he can grab. His other hand reaching for the floor.
The blonde slaps her hand on his chest, keeping him in place.
He looks up at her and finds her side profile.
She doesn’t look scared or concerned, she seems almost calm, but he knows something’s going on in her head.
Pope pushes himself off her lap, checks on the Miller’s before glancing towards the cockpit.
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“How high do you think that is?” Redfly asks.
“It's gotta be 11,000. Can't fly that high,” Catfish tells him.
“Shouldn't have to. Head for that lower ridge.”
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Pope pulls out the cord connecting his headset to the roof before heading towards the cockpit.
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“How are we doing up here, boys? Can we make it over?” Pope asks, leaning down, getting a better view of the mountains.
“I don't know,” Catfish answers him.
“What the fuck is going on up here?” Benny asks, joining the three.
“Go for it.” Redfly glances over at Catfish.
“All right, baby. All right, baby. Come on, now. All right, baby,” the pilot mutters to himself, focusing on the mountains ahead.
“We're redlining, man,” Pope announces what the others already know.
“It's close, though. It's too much weight. It's too much fucking weight. We're never gonna make it,” Catfish says.
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Ironhead peeks out the window before glancing over at One Shot.
“We’re gonna be okay. We’ll make it. We’re gonna be okay. We’re gonna be okay,” she repeats to herself with her eyes closed. She has a faint nauseous feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Stomach.
Stomach.
She opens her eyes, eyeing Ironhead immediately. Seeing if he’s wincing or bleeding out, whatever happens first.
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“What does that mean?” Redfly asks, staring at Catfish.
“It means we're losing fucking money,” Catfish informs the older man.
“You wanna leave $50 million in the middle of the jungle?”
“Do you wanna get to the ocean?”
“All right, go do it.”
Pope turns to Benny, giving him a head nod.
Benny turns around, returning to the back. He takes off his headset, handing it to One Shot.
She sets them down beside her, observing the boys as they move around.
“I got it!” Ironhead shouts, setting his headset down on his seat.
Ironhead, Benny, and Pope stands in front of the money bags.
Pope nods for Ironhead to open the back.
The latter pushes the button, opening the door.
The three begin to toss out some bags as soon as the door opened all the way.
“All right, let me check,” Pope tells the two, making his way towards the cockpit once more.
Ironhead pushes the button again, closing the back.
The two Millers stare into the cockpit.
Benny glances over at his girl from the corner of his eye.
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“How's she feeling now?” Pope asks.
“That's feeling better,” Catfish answers. “Come on. Come on.”
Benny, Ironhead, and One Shot hold onto the straps above.
One Shot glances over at the Miller’s, her mouth slightly agape. Her breath quickens, she thinks about that night. “Ben. Ben.” “He’s okay.” “The sucky kind.”
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“Come on,” Catfish mutters.
They were almost over the mountain, close to being home free.
Close to living a new life.
Close to getting a Ferrari.
The helicopter starts to drop, smoke coming from all directions.
Catfish is doing his best to keep the helicopter steady and look for a safe place to land.
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“What the fuck are you doing, Catfish?” Ironhead shouts, gripping the strap above him as tightly as he can.
“Somethings not right,” One Shot shouts to him.
“No fucking kidding,” Ironhead comments.
She grits her teeth, so she doesn’t lash out at him, knowing it’s not his fault, he’s probably in more pain and has to be very uncomfortable right now.
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“One of the gearboxes is blown,” Catfish informs the two closest to him.
“What?” Pope asks, confused as to how this could have happened.
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The blonde groans, inhaling through her nose and exhaling out her mouth. ‘This is NOT good.’
“What?” Ironhead asks, not liking the way she looks in that moment.
“If I heard what I heard- and I’m hoping I’m wrong-”
“Spit it out already.”
She purses her lips, squinting at him. “One of the gearboxes is blown.”
“Well, what the fuck does that mean?” Benny asks.
“We might be in some deep shit. You two better hold on tight.”
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“I don't want to go into a spin,” Catfish moves down the mountain, heading towards the forest. “Okay, we might be in trouble here. I'm losing altitude. Ah, we should land. We should land now.”
Pope glances back at the three struggling to stay still and keep their cool.
“Crash-land here, and we all die,” Redfly says.
“I'm trying to get her back to flat.”
“Roger. Prepare for a hard landing!” Redfly yells over his shoulder for everyone aboard to hear.
“There should be a farmer's field on the other side of that ridge. We passed it on the way up.”
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Pope walks to the back, aiming to go back to his seat besides the blonde. But, with the shifty and bumpy helicopter ride, it makes it difficult for him to be able to walk by her without tripping. Still holding the wall, she grabs his shirt, bunching it with how tight she’s holding it. Once he’s close enough, she grabs his bicep and pulls him close before shoving him to the side so he can sit down.
“I remember it,” Catfish bumps into a thin tree branch causing the helicopter to slightly shift and turn. “I can't land this with that bag under us. We should lose the money, maybe we don't die.”
Redfly stares at him, not moving an inch for a half second before turning his attention towards the window.
“Lose the money, or we're all gonna die!” Catfish shouts over his shoulder.
“Hit the external load release. It's on the wall!”
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All four look at the lever on the wall beside Benny’s head.
“Pull the lever, Ben!” Pope shouts at him.
Benny does as he told to do.
Ironhead moves to open the latch in the floor of the helicopter. “It didn't work!” Ironhead shouts for the others to hear him.
One Shot groans, “oh my-”
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Catfish purses his lips, shaking his head. “There should be a manual override on the cargo hook.”
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The four find themselves surrounding the latch.
“I’ll do-” One Shot begins to say only to be interrupted by Benny. “Let me through!”
Pope, Ironhead, and One Shot hold onto his arms while he kicks at the lever.
The younger Miller is successful, the net falls but there’s a price.
The three holding him lose their grip on him.
Ironhead falls against the few bags they had stacked up in the back.
Pope lands onto the seat, the brothers sat on just moments prior to this scary experience.
One Shot loses her balance and trips, landing on her back, hitting the hard, tough floor of the copter. She can’t move. She can’t breathe, all she can do is gasp for air.
Ironhead springs into action almost immediately, attempting to pull his brother up on his own. “Benny!”
Pope sees Ironhead but not his sister. He turns and sees her struggling on the floor. He slides down the seat, crawling to her, pulling her so she’s upright and getting more oxygen into her lungs. “Are you okay?” He asks her, arm wrapped around her shoulders.
She nods, saying nothing only focusing on her breathing.
Benny screams bring the two out of it.
One Shot starts crawling closer to the Miller’s, reaching out for Benny.
Pope only a mere few seconds behind.
Benny looks up at the three reaching out for him and down at the ground that’s getting remarkably closer than a person’s comfortable with.
Up again. Down again.
He does this a few more times, trying to come up with an idea or until someone can pull him up.
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“All right, I'm gonna try to land here,” Catfish says.
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“I gotta jump!” Benny shouts.
“No- Benny!” “Benny!” Seraphina and Ironhead cry out when the younger Miller lets go.
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Benny lands on the ground, rolling a couple times. The helicopter goes over him. He stands up to see the helicopter slams onto the ground once causing various pieces to fly elsewhere.
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“Bad landing,” Catfish comments.
The helicopter spins around for a moment.
Benny protects himself by hiding behind a piece of the helicopter, that fell off just moments ago.
The copter lands on its side. Ironhead, Pope, and One Shot are flung to the opposite side.
Benny takes off in a sprint, racing to get to the helicopter. “Fish! Fish!” Benny calls out, kicking in the front window.
“You all right?” Pope asks Ironhead.
“Yeah, I think so. I think so. Where’s-” Ironhead’s cut off by the sounds of a person groaning.
Pope takes off the where the blonde lays on her side.
The two see how much difficulty she’s having while she struggles to push herself onto her back.
“Ser! Ser! Come on. Come on. Get up,” Pope helps One Shot into an upright sitting position once more.
“Yo, Benny! Benny!” Ironhead shouts so his brother can find them with a little assistance.
“I'm here!”
“Come on, we gotta move,” Pope tells the two, helping them stand up as they try to find an exit.
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“Come on!” Benny and Redfly pull Catfish out from the cockpit.
“Let's get our shit outta here,” Ironhead murmurs.
“Try and get up to it,” Pope says.
Ironhead the first one (from inside the helicopter) to get out first, taking a bag with him.
“Fish!” Benny yells.
“I need oxygen,” Catfish comments.
“Everybody okay?” Redfly asks.
“Yeah,” Ironhead and Pope answer.
“No,” One Shot groans, loud enough for others to hear.
Ironhead jumps off and down the official side but nonofficial top of the copter. He’s stands up, straightening his posture taking in a few deep breaths.
“Whoa, whoa!” Benny comments, grabbing his brother.
“They're into the fucking net,” Redfly informs the others, watching the villagers.
“What's the plan here?” Pope asks, holding a handout for One Shot.
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She’s pissed, partially at him and Redfly but also because the plan isn’t going the way they planned. She doesn’t want his help; she doesn’t want anyone’s help.
She sets a bag and her gun down in front of her before pulling herself out of the copter and on top, sitting beside Pope.
The two look down at the bottom.
She huffs. ‘Why can’t it ever be easy?’
“What’s wrong?” Pope asks, taking notice of her holding her side.
“You,” she sighs. “I hate you right now.”
“What did I do?”
“Oh, I don’t know ‘Mr. Oh come help us, we need your help.’ Bunch of bullshit from where I’m standing.”
“Ser-”
She holds her hand up, “just- shut up. I don’t want to hear it.” She takes a deep breath before sliding down the side. She bites her lip to stop her from screaming out in pain. She groans, her cheeks puff out when she exhales. “I’m so fucked, so, so, so fucked. Dammit!” She pulls the strap of her gun over her head with one hand, letting it fall on her shoulder.
Chapter III // Chapter V
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