"Secure yours then toss us one of each," Brady directed. She glanced at him. He looked as calm as he sounded, and she wondered how he could face his own possible death with such confidence and poise.
She was ready to break down crying and throw herself out of the helo in the hopes she didn't die when she hit the water. Brady's tranquility steadied her, and she searched through the box. Instead of listening to him, she dug out the water-breathers and life vests, each packaged in small plastic containers the size of her hand. She straightened and tossed them down the cabin to the soldiers.
"She makes a bad grunt," the soldier beside Brady said. "Doesn't follow orders."
"Civilian-types," Brady grunted in agreement as he tore open the plastic containers.
Lana opened a water-breather mask and perched it on her forehead like sunglasses before placing the inflatable vest beneath her arms. Once it hit water, it would inflate, and the water-breather would activate. She looked again at what awaited them and then up at Brady.
"You don't really think we'll survive the fall, do you?" she asked in a hushed voice.
"If we do, we'll need the equipment," he replied. "Harness up. I may jar us loose."
She lowered herself back to the seat and pulled on her harness, strapping it on. Brady unstrapped himself, and she watched uneasily as he inched closer to the center of the cabin, his hands-and concentration-on the ceiling.
"Should be there," the other soldier said.
"Looks like the handle is damaged," Brady replied.
The helo creaked and slid again in the wiring. The unmistakable snap of wires reached them, and the helicopter tilted.
Brady muttered a curse, reached for his laser weapon, and fired at an angle at the ceiling. Lana closed her eyes at the sudden light and heard him tearing something out of the ceiling. The helo teetered, throwing Brady off his feet. He held onto the railing lining the ceiling with one hand and beat at whatever was in the hole in the ceiling with his other hand.
"Brady, please sit down!" Lana said, alarmed. Warmth splattered her face as he continued to slam his fist into the hole. She touched it, surprised it was his blood. "Brady, we're going to fall. Just sit down!"
He said nothing. The helo lurched.
"Brady!" she cried as he slammed into the wall of the cabin.
They fell. This carnival ride was worse. Lana slapped at the water-breather until it covered her mouth and nose then squeezed her eyes closed. After a sharp drop, their tumble slowed suddenly. The helicopter righted itself fast, and she saw the parachute Brady had been trying to release by smashing his fist against the control box in the ceiling.