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Randal threw the headset at the instrument panel. “I’m on my own.”
He rummaged the downed helicopter to find a S&W MP 9mm, and a knife. A sharp pain shot up his back as he exited.
“Don’t move… Where’s the pilot?” said a female voice.
His grip tightened around the gun. “He’s dead.”
“Good, now face me. No sudden movements.”
He turned, keeping the gun out of sight. A Spanish beauty held a spear to his chest.
“Please, I want to go home,” he said.
Tears fell as the spear dropped. “So do I, but your pilot stranded me here.”