To The Limit
THE HELICOPTER JUST about landed on her head.
One minute Kristen McKenna was jogging along a sunny beachside path, waves crashing in the distance on her left, the next—blam.
"What the—?"
She stopped cold. Actually, what she did was cover her face with her arms, the sand kicked up by the helicopter's rotors pelting her face like a new age treatment at a health spa. Not that she'd ever been to a spa—no time for that.
Whump-whump-whump. "Hey," she cried, wishing immediately that she hadn't opened her mouth. Her teeth suffered next. She moved her elbows to her side and tried to spit the grit out, wincing against the gnatlike stings. At least her glasses shielded her eyes, although at this rate she wouldn't be able to see out of them thanks to the sandblasting.
Gradually, the thing passed, enough so she could drop her arms. She watched in shock as the aircraft, one she thought at first might be military, sank to the ground like excrement from a bird. A Bell Jet-Ranger, she noted—3200 pounds heavy, 1487 pounds of load capacity. Maximum cruise speed of 213 kilometers.
What the hell was it doing?
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