cp.reddice-第5章
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He wants to hug me。 〃This could be goodbye。〃
〃It is not over yet。〃
Before launching my daring leap； I kick out the window that blocks my way。 This alerts the buzzing choppers but I don't give them time to zero in on me。 I back away from the windows； taking only the shotgun with me； giving the machine gun to Joel。
〃Are you afraid of heights？〃 he asks。
I kiss him。 〃You don't know me。 I am afraid of nothing。〃
Taking a deep breath； I begin my hard approach。 I can accelerate sharply and be at full speed in less than ten strides。 My balance and ability to judge distance are flawless。 I hit the shattered bottom edge of the window perfectly and all at once I am airborne。
The flight across the gap between the buildings is breathtaking； even for me。 It seems as if I'll float forever； moving horizontally； in defiance of gravity。 The searchlights on the helicopters are too slow to catch me。 I soar in darkness； a huge bat； the cool air on my face。 Below； the tiny figures raise their heads skyward； blinking at the impossible。 I almost laugh。 They thought they had me trapped； silly mortals。 They thought wrong。
My landing is not entirely smooth because I have such momentum。 I am forced into a roll as I skitter across the rooftop。 I am bleeding as I finally e to a halt and jump up。 Overhead the choppers are frantically maneuvering to open fire。 I am not given a chance to catch my breath before moving。 Leaping for the next rooftop； I watch as a line of bullets rips a path in front of me。
The ensuing jumps between buildings are all on the same side of the street and not so dramatic as the first one。 Yet the last leap； to the skyscraper with the helicopter pad； is to be the most dramatic of all。 Because I cannot jump to the top of a building twenty stories up； I do not plan to land on top of the skyscraper。 I will jump into it； through its wall of windows。 I only hope that I don't hit the steel and concrete between floors。
Once again； the choppers approach； their machine guns blasting。
Once again； I take a running start。
The windows of the skyscraper rush toward me like a hard black wall。 An instant before contact； I lean back and kick out with my feet。 My timing is perfect； the glass shatters around the lower part of my body； sparing my face and arms。 Unfortunately； I land awkwardly on a row of secretarial desks。 The shock is incredible； even for me。 ing to a halt in a pile of ruined PCs and paper clips； I lie still for a whole minute； trying to catch my breath。 I am now covered with blood from head to toe。 Yet even as I grimace in pain my flesh wounds begin to close and my broken bones begin to mend。
I have pany on the outside。 One of the helicopter pilots has taken it upon himself to e level with the hole I have punched into the side of the skyscraper。 The chopper floats just outside the shattered window； scanning the office with its bright searchlight。 There are three men； including the pilot； aboard the craft。 Peering through the wreckage； I notice that the machine gunner has an itchy finger。 I think to myself how much more…1 would prefer to have a police chopper than a civilian one。 But the pilot is not reckless。 He keeps the chopper constantly moving a little from side to side。 For me to try to leap onto it would be risky。 I opt for the more conservative plan。
I get up slowly； limping。 My right shinbone is still fractured； but it will be all right in another minute … God bless Yaksha's blood。 Ducking behind the desks； the beam from the searchlight stretching long； stark shadows across the office； I move away from the broken window。 The helicopter swoops in a narrow arc； sometimes onto the far side of the hole； sometimes closer to where I'm hidden。 The windows are tinted； it is easier for me to follow their movements than for them to follow mine； unless their light were to hit me directly。 Yet they seem obsessed with the space just beyond the hole。 They must feel that I am in the wreckage somewhere near it； injured and dying。
〃e to me baby；〃 I whisper。
On their third swing toward my side； I punch out the window in front of me and open fire。 I take out the machine gunner first； I don't like his looks。 The searchlight goes next。 I take aim on the fuel tank。 As I said； I enjoy fireworks； wicked explosions。 When I pull the trigger on the shotgun； the chopper detonates in a huge fireball。 The pilot screams； the flames engulfing his body。 The other man is blown out the side door； in pieces。 The life goes out of the machine and it sinks to the ground。 Far below I hear people crying。 Far above； to my right； I hear the other two helicopters veer away。 They have lost enthusiasm for the fight。
On the way to the elevator； I pass a custodian。 He hardly looks up。 Despite my blood and artillery； he wishes me a good evening。 I smile at him。
〃You have a good night；〃 I say。
The elevator takes me to the top floor； and from there it is not hard to find a private access ladder onto the roof。 Not one but two helicopters wait to fly us to freedom。 Both are jet powered and I am pleased。 They will at least be as fast as the cops' choppers； if not faster。 Unfortunately there's a security guard on duty。 An old guy； obviously working the night shift to supplement a meager retirement； he takes one look at me and hurries over。 He has a handgun but doesn't draw it。 His glasses are remarkably thick； he squints through the lenses as he looks me up and down。
〃Are you a cop？〃 he asks。
I don't have the heart to lie to him。 〃No。 I'm the bad guy。 I'm the one who just blew that chopper out of the sky。〃
He is awestruck。 〃I watched you jumping from building to building。 How do you do that？〃
〃Steroids。〃
He slaps his leg。 〃I knew it！ The drugs young people are taking these days。 What do you want？ One of these choppers？〃
I point my shotgun at him。 〃Yes。 Please give me the keys。 I don't want to have to kill you。〃
He quickly raises his hands。 〃You don't have to do that。 The keys are in the ignitions。 Do you know how to fly a helicopter？〃
I turn my weapon aside。 〃Yes。 I've been taking lessons。 Don't worry about me。〃
He walks me to the closest chopper； a Bell 230。 〃This baby has a range of over three hundred miles。 You want to get far out of town。 The radio and TV are babbling about you； calling you a band of Arab terrorists。〃
I laugh as I climb into the cockpit。 〃You do nothing to destroy their illusions。 Just tell them you were overwhelmed by superior forces。 You don't want people to know a young woman stole a helicopter out from under your nose。〃
〃And a blond one at that；〃 he agrees。 〃You take care！〃
He closes the door for me and I'm off。
Picking up Joel proves to be the easiest part of the night。 The police helicopters are holding back…over a mile away。 They aren't used to being blown out of the sky。 The fire from the last downed chopper spreads over the front of the skyscraper。 In the distance I see smoke from the first chopper。 Joel shakes his head as he climbs in。
〃They'll never stop hunting us after this；〃 he says。
〃I don't know；〃 I jest。 〃They might be afraid to e after me。〃
We head northeast。 I'm anxious to get out of the suburban sprawl and into the wild； somewhere we can disappear。 The nearby mountains are a possibility。 Our chopper is fast； capable of going two hundred miles an hour。 To my surprise； the police helicopters don't really pursue us。 It's not just because we're faster than they are…a fact I have to question。 They allow the gap to grow between us to at least twenty miles。 The length of the space doesn't reassure me because I know they still have us under visual observation。
Nothing will be gained by plunging low to the ground； below the radar。 They are waiting for something； biding their time。
〃Reinforcements；〃 I mutter as we swoop over the sleeping city at an elevation of a thousand feet。
Joel nods。 〃They've called for bigger guns。〃
〃Army helicopters？〃
〃Probably。〃
〃Which direction will they e from？〃
〃There is a large base south of here。 You might want to head north。〃
〃I was planning to do so after I reached the Cajon Pass。〃 The pass cuts into the desert； also a
