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The helo wrenched sideways as the rotor caught the sandalwood tree. Then wrenched again as it caught a eucalyptus.
Jeannie kept her focus on holding her shattered arm tightly in place and praying they hit upright.
Close enough. They hammered into the ground, utterly destroying the wheels and their shock absorbers. Then the crash-worthy seats came into play.
The land wasn’t as flat as it looked and the damaged helo tumbled sideways into the trees, the rotor blades flailing, shattering against trees and ground, and firing large chunks of metal and composite off in all directions. They rolled sideways down the hill once or twice, flattening trees as they went. One more roll through a short open section and they slammed into a stand of trees that brought the Firehawk to a rest.
Jeannie
