The three watched as the copter lifted into the cloudless sky. "Something's wrong" said Atticus, as he noticed a sudden uncontrolled jerkiness in the Sikorski's motion. It suddenly began spinning chaotically, horribly out of control. "RUN!" he cried, and as the group sprinted full-tilt toward a nearby deserted road, the copter erupted in a ball of fire, shrapnel hurtling in all directions. The group fell to the ground, heads covered, Tay and Nasrin holding the hounds to protect them. "Are we all OK?" Atticus asked as the three lifted their heads and exchanged worried, silent expressions.