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Nikita began firing at the three helicopters incoming from the military base. Firing a half-inch round out of a high-precision sniper rifle, it was actually hard not to shoot them down. It should be two shots right through the windshield. Dead pilot and copilot. Crash. Done.
But that wasn’t Drake’s master plan.
So, instead, she shot at one of the skids and missed. The wind had continued to pick up and was playing havoc with the bullet’s and the helicopter’s flight paths.
She worked the bolt and aimed for something bigger. She dropped a round on the FLIR turret hung under the helo’s nose. It would knock out their night-vision camera, but it shouldn’t go through the frame and kill anyone.
Nikita could hear Drake firing down by her feet. Snap!...Snap! Snap!
She chose another helo and
