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Roll With It
I rolled to my right. Philippe’s bullet lodging in the carriage roof. I kept rolling until I felt nothing but fresh air.
I straightened out and flew clear of the bridge, wings out and the air catching me as I fell.
I looked over my right shoulder and saw Philippe standing on the train, gun in hand, watching me go. I turned and pulled my mask over my face. Breathed the oxygen in deep.
I spoke into the comms. But all I got was static. So I flew fast into the valley, brushing the tops of the pine, wondering where the hell I was.
Oh, and one smidge of a technical issue . . . I didn't know how to land.
I came in fast. Too fast. My target a grass field. My ingenious plan to use the wings to brake, then drop to a soft tumble or a running landing in the thick grass.
And thi
