Sally navigated the helicopter through the storm. Flashes of lightning and the deafening sound of thunder made Nigel’s ears ring.
That was a little too close. I hate to think about what would happen if we got hit.
“I have to set us down in that field,” Sally said. A flash of light, smoke, and screams filled all of Nigel’s senses.
“Brace for impact,” Sally said.
Nigel’s life didn’t flash before his eyes, but the ground was coming fast. Sally was flipping switches and trying to restart the helicopter; everyone was screaming. Nigel didn’t know how Sally could concentrate with all the noise. Something sputtered, then the propellers came back to life, stronger than ever. Sally pulled up and stabilized the craft, but not before hitting a scarecrow. She set the helicopter down near a farmhouse. Rain and hail pummeled the small craft.
“Everyone okay?” Sally asked.
Jet was holding her head and appeared to be fine, but Jerry was hysterical.
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“No, don’t let him take me!”
April tried embracing Jerry, but the boy batted her hand away. Nigel opened the cargo hold and the boy leaped on him, wrapping his arms and legs around him. The boy was so heavy Nigel almost fell over trying to adjust to the new load.
“Calm down, Jerry, I’m here.”
The boy calmed, then slipped off Nigel. The rain and wind were blasting them from all sides now.
“We need to find shelter,” Jet said.
“Look!” April said, pointing to a barn.
The group ran toward the barn. Nigel thought they must have been a sight to behold. Jet was strapped to April, and Nigel carried Jerry. Sally ran ahead and pried the barn door open. The accommodations were less than ideal, but at least they were out of the rain and wind. The darkening sky made examining the barn difficult. Nigel checked it for any threats. Other than a rusting truck, the barn was empty.
“Where are we?” Jet asked.
Nigel pulled out his tablet and examined the offline maps. He showed it to Sally. “Based on our heading, can you point to our location?”
She took the tablet, then started pinching and moving the map around the screen.
“I think we’re here,” she said.
Nigel calculated the distance based on the scale of the map and determined they were about sixty miles from Plymouth Rock. Blanka and her team of teenage assassins were waiting for him, and he needed to get there as soon as humanly possible. They would need to wait out the storm, then check the condition of the helicopter. If all went well, he hoped to be reunited with his team before nightfall.