Tails Helicopter Novels & Stories

For a second, Tyr’s entourage were all stunned. “Let’s go check it out,” shouted Tyr. He was the first to dart over in that direction, with Clifford and White-Eyed Ivory Dragon trailing closely behind him. The group had dashed about 200 meters when they saw a helicopter taking off into the air. Suddenly, Tyr and his companions felt as though they had missed out on a 10 billion dollar jackpot. The helicopter had taken off from the helipad over in that direction. The incessant spinning of the propellers swept up great wind currents, while the resounding rumbles thrummed in the men’s ears.

It would be a very tight fit with seven of us in such a tiny space, and it was obvious why the team was limited to four members. There was also a "Plan B." Everyone but me winced when "Plan Bravo" was described. Our normal helicopter was "the bubble" that could be used for observation, or medical evacuation with two stretchers lashed to the outside struts. It was called the OH-13H Sioux.

The terrace led to a sweeping lawn, which sloped down to a secluded, tree-ringed clearing at the southern edge of the Rothschild estate. As Sabatine and Anton emerged from the mansion’s shadow, the sound they heard wasn’t the lap of the lake or the cry of a gull. It was the escalating, rhythmic whump-whump-whump of rotor blades biting into the cold morning air. A helicopter. Not the police or media choppers from the city, but a sleek, black, twin-engine Agusta, its skids clearing the mist as it rose from behind a screen of ancient cedars.

"What problem?" The sky roared. It wasn't the wind. It was the heavy, thrumming beat of rotors. A massive black shape descended over the tree line, its searchlight cutting a jagged, clinical path through the dark. It was a federal helicopter, its hull marked with symbols that didn't belong to any pack. A loudspeaker boomed, the sound so loud it vibrated in their teeth. "Joshua Harrington, give us the child, or we level the mountain."

Maybe it was my uncle who had left last night! However, the helicopter landed in the helipad on the banks of the Hay River, a few miles away. I was totally confused. Uncle Felixe always landed on our premises instead of the helipad. What happened now? Within minutes, another helicopter landed at the same place and I gasped, realizing what was going on. Maybe Uncle Felixe led Hera’s twin, Alpha Zephyrus, to Hay River! “Your twin is here.” Hera’s eyes filled with tears at my announcement.

Within a few minutes, she received the attacker's information from an anonymous source. "Wow, I did not expect this." She mumbled in amazement as her eyes skimmed past the files. PS: *The organisation Hila used to work in was divide into many groups called clans. There were the main branches: Hian Hoshi Hian Ji Hian Fang Hian Lao These groups were considered to birth the best assasins, with the Hian Hoshi (Hila's clan) at the topmost. I This explains why she easily got information from the Elder.

Isang pribadong armada ng mga itim na helicopter ang lumitaw sa kalangitan ng Manila Bay. Sa gitna nito ay ang nangungunang chopper na may sagisag ng isang gintong leon na nakayakap sa isang itim na agila—ang bagong selyo ng Alyansang Black-Hohenberg.

The helicopter weaved its way between towering skyscrapers and over sprawling parks, giving Melissa a stunning bird's-eye view of the world below. As they approached a sleek grey building, Maxwell guided the helicopter toward the rooftop pad. Melissa could see a small landing site up ahead, and her heart pounded with excitement as they drew closer. The helicopter gently touched down on the landing pad, and as the rotors slowed, Maxwell and Melissa took off their headsets and unstrapped themselves from their seats. They climbed out of the helicopter, and as Melissa stood beside him, she couldn't help but feel awed by the view. From the top of the building, they could see the entire city sprea

The mask of the monster on her side shattered, and the thing spiraled downward into the abyss. “One down!” she shouted. But the other two were already too close. One surged forward and raked its claws across the helicopter’s side. Metal screamed as it tore open. The craft lurched, and I nearly fell out of the open door—my safety harness the only thing keeping me inside. “The tail rotor!” Nathan roared. “They’re going for it! If they take that out, we crash!” The third creature maneuvered toward the helicopter’s tail. My gun couldn’t pivot far enough back.

The thumping of helicopter rotors swallowed the valley. Dust spiraled through the shattered quarry as two matte-black helicopters hovered barely thirty meters above the ground. No registration numbers. No national flags. No military insignia. Nothing. Professional. Deliberately anonymous. Obadiah's security chief didn't hesitate. "Cover!" The team immediately ushered Patricia, Alison, Dr. Margaret and Ezekiel behind the remains of an overturned rock crusher. Bethwel, however, refused to move.