44 “What the hell is going on up there?” Jeremy looked up. A team of ten parachutists had deployed Air Force blue-and-white chutes and were presently creating interlocking spirals of red, white, and blue smoke in the sky. He looked down toward whoever had shouted up at him. Mike had suggested the rescue team park the line of emergency vehicles between the shattered helicopter and the crowd, mostly blocking their view as the injured were tended. The officer in charge had liked the idea. From Jeremy’s vantage atop the fuselage, he was the only one who could see over the tops of the Oshkosh 3000 Striker fire trucks. Service trucks were also pulled up close because, while the Chinook’s landing gear had survived the hard use, all three of the left-side tires had blown. A team was already r