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building. It advanced on them like the Grim Reaper.
    “Look out!” Dom yelled.
    Mack yanked the cyclic the opposite way.
    Dom’s heart leaped up into his mouth.
    The chopper swung away, missing the building by inches.
    But they were swiftly in the path of another building.
    Dom’s eyes popped. “There!” he yelped, pointing at the behemoth.
    Mack slid back the way he came. The chopper cut across to the right. The building shot past the left-hand window. Dom watched it go in drunken bewilderment, his heart pounding.
    “Hang tight!” Mack shouted. “We’re not outta this yet!” He grabbed another quick swig from his canteen.
    Dom stared at him in disbelief. “Give me that!” Dom said, reaching over Mack’s shoulder and snatching the canteen from him. He took a big gulp. Cheap whisky burned down his throat and into his chest. “Ugh!” he groaned, wincing at the sourness. After a moment, he took another swig.
    He stared out of the windshield once more. Coming into view were two ’scrapers erected directly opposite one another, a thin corridor of space between them. The wind was pushing the helicopter toward them, with no time to pull away.
    “Get ready!” Mack shouted as the buildings drew near. “We’re gonna have to go in between!”
    Dom whined to himself like a scared dog. “Oh crap!”
    The wind now swirled all around them as they approached; they swung on the air like a pendulum. Mack reacted to each swing, pushing the cyclic against it left and right, hoping to regain balance. “Come on, come on, baby!” he urged through gritted teeth.
    The chopper swung away from the right - hand building and into the gap. Now they were between them and rocking dangerously on the air. The skids swung up, almost clipping the edge of the left-hand building. Their momentum rocked them away from it but straight over toward the opposite building. By then, they’d managed to zigzag halfway through that corridor of terror between the buildings, but the chopper was swinging viciously out of control. Eventually, the momentum would send them into one of the buildings with too much force and the helicopter would be smashed to pieces.
    “Straighten up, Mack!” Dom shouted, the black and gray of building façades dominating his view.
    “I’m trying , godammnit!” Mack shouted back. His hands were shaking under the pressure as he tried with all his might to get some semblance of control over the helicopter, the rain machine-gunning them from every angle. But, deep down Dom knew, and he knew Mack knew, that it was now all in the hands of higher powers.
    Dom gulped. And prayed.
    A gust of wind howled through the air, grabbing hold of the chopper. It sent them into a full spin, the world now whirling like a fairground ride.
    Dom’s head twirled alongside it. “Woah!”
    Mack let out a scream while yanking the cyclic in all directions. But, it was hopeless, he couldn’t regain control. The wind had them; it spun and pushed them through the air, the rain smashing against the windows. Dom watched on with unabridged horror; it was all flashes of gray and black obscured by rain. It was a helpless ride to oblivion.
    Dom waved his fists on the air, terror ripping his mind to shreds. “Do something, Mack!” he screeched.
    The wind then blew hard and they were propelled forward whilst still caught in a dizzying spin. Now, they were a turbo-charged carousel.
    Dom’s stomach performed summersaults; any second and he’d empty it all over Mack.
    A black building front then dominated the windshield. Dom threw a finger toward it. “Look out!”
    Mack grappled with the cyclic like it was a rabid bear.
    The building filled the windshield, before they abruptly swung back the other way, veering dangerously toward the opposite ’scraper. Dom grabbed hold of his hair, sitting backward in his seat on his knees as stiff as cardboard.
    They continued on their spin to oblivion, somehow yet to explode into a fireball or crash down to the