There was this…ping. A single, solitary noise that announced itself in the key of C ping and that was that. The noise came from somewhere in the back, at the rear of the fuselage, and for a moment it reminded Mike Burke of his brother’s wedding. It was the sound his father made at the rehearsal dinner, announcing a toast by tapping his glass with a spoon. Ping! It was funny, if you thought about it. But that wasn’t it. Though the helicopter was French (in fact a single rotor Ecureuil B2), it was not equipped with champagne flutes. The sound signaled something else, like the noise a tail rotor makes when one of its blades is struck with a 9mm round and snaps in half and flies away. Or so Burke imagined. Ping! Frowning, he turned to the pilot, a Kiwi named Rubini, “Did you..? [download]
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