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“Get in the fucking chopper!” I scream over the sirens.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he yells.

“Saving your life.” I point to the chopper with my gun. “Get in.”

I look down and frown. What the hell? I kick over the man in the suit so I can see his face and I step back as horror dawns.

Oh my God!

Oh my fucking God!

With renewed panic, I point the gun at Stace. “Don’t make me fucking kill you, too, asshole. Get in!”

“No!” He screams. “What the fuck are you doing?”

The sirens are screaming over us and I know I have minutes before backup is here.

I shoot the ground only inches from Stace’s feet. “I swear to God, get the fuck in.”

He shakes his head and climbs into the chopper and I climb in after him.

“Take us up.”

He frowns. “What?” he screams.

“Fucking go. We are about one minute away from being killed.”

He scratches his head in a panic and starts the chopper, and I slam the door behind me. We shakily lift off just as two of the crew appear on the deck with guns.

We lift higher and higher and higher, and I hear bullets zoom past us.

He takes off and we fly into the clear air and I put my head in my hands and screw up my face in panic.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he screams over the engine.

I pant. “I’m saving your life, asshole.” I run my hands through my hair. “You are most welcome, by the way.”

He shakes his head and drags his hand down his face.

“That wasn’t Vikinos you killed,” he screams.

“I know!” I yell back in frustration. Oh my God, how could I be so stupid?

He frowns as his eyes flick over to me. “How do you know that? Who are you?”

I look him square in the eye.

“My name is Roshina Vikinos. I’m his daughter.”

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Stace

My eyes widen before they flicker to her, and then back to the sky, then back to her, and then back to the sky, again and again.

“You are fucking who?” I scream over the engine.

“You heard me,” she yells.