​     The pilot situated his helicopter so that it faced directly the single, open, smashed wall of the safe room.

​     Two other helicopters flanked him.

​     "How much longer do you think we can hold them off?" Abby asked her father over the com. She yelled because the din of the gunfire was so loud. 

​     "Indefinitely, but...sooner or later...they're slowing us down."

​     "You don't sound particularly worried."

     "I have friends coming."

     "These..."

​     "Valids. Exactly."

​     Just then, a second van appeared.

     It arranged itself so that it hovered in front of the safe room where the wall had come down.

     The side door of the van slid open for a mere moment, yet in that moment four people flew out into empty sky.

​      One was Brock, still in his wheelchair, using his crackling blue energy to fly.

​     The other three were Shawnacy, Noel and Estelle.​

​     Shawnacy held Noel by one hand and Estelle by the other. As long as they held on to her, they would all stay airborne.

​     The four of them aimed themselves at two of the three helicopters.

​      Brock let go a blue blast that all but took out all of one helicopter's rotary blades. It went into a spin as it dropped for the ground.

​     Shawnacy threw Noel at the second copter. Noel's soul power was invulnerability; he and anybody he came in contact with could not be physically hurt. The blades of the helicopter slammed into him, spun him around, the spit him back out again, but not before Noel's body screwed up the copter's steadiness, causing it to tilt.  

​     Shawnacy threw Estelle at the helicopter's cockpit.

​     Estelle's soul power was super strength.

​     As she slammed into the windshield, Estelle put her fist completely through it to punch the pilot in the jaw. She kicked free as the helicopter spun away from her, out of control.

​     It, too, dropped for the ground.

​     Two helicopters taken care of. 

​     One left to go.

​     Shawnacy snatched both Noel and Estelle as they dropped.

​     Brock faced the last copter.

​     "Brock, you're weakening," Estelle told Brock over the com-link.

     "I'm..."

     "You're fading. I can see it even if you can't." .

     "Okay, so..."

     "Go rest in the van for awhile, Brock. I'll call you if things get crazy out here."

     "But who's..."

​     "Do it!"

​     "Do as she asks, Brock," Noel said. "You're not good to us if you're..."

​     "Damn it!"

​     "Throw me at that last copter!" Estelle yelled at Shawnacy.

​     Nacy shot her a look like, are you sure?

​     "Do it!"

​     Estelle was not team leader, Noel was, so why was she shouting orders once they were in a real combat situation? Flustered, Shawnacy's aim was off with that second throw. Estelle flew under the copter rather than right at its cockpit. She grabbed one of the helicopter's pontoons just in the nick of time. She was so strong, she was able to dig her fingers right into the pontoon itself to keep a grip on it. ​

     She was out of danger, for the moment.

​     Dang! How did things get so out of control so fast?

​     Shawnacy wanted to go help her friend, but first she and Noel had to complete their mission, what they'd been sent there to do.

​     Two more copters arrived to join the fight.

​     Dang!

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