The doors swung open, as we jumped out of the helicopter. "Now!" Hans ordered, as we pulled the string and released the TSA parachutes that flapped through the air like wings.
"Whooooooo!" Brie shouted in excitement. "Remember this, Connor?!"
I nodded, feeling the wind smack against my face just like when we were on the run, with my legs dangling in the air, with my hands gripped on the strings holding the parachute.
Then, a distant sound of a blast called from all the way to the field. I glanced there, seeing a billowing tower of smoke.
Then came the problem.
Shots whizzed by, as everyone looked back, seeing the officers sitting inside the two white and blue helicopters firing at us with their guns. "Shoot!" Greg muttered.
"Don't fire back! Don't kill any of them!" Hans shouted. "Do not!"
"Kind hard to do that if they're trying to kill us!" Brie shouted. "Connor, swing over here!"
