Tails Helicopter Novels & Stories

Before I could open my mouth to form the melody, a metallic clank echoed from the mid-deck walkways. The white Swiss tactical helicopter had given up trying to hover. The pilot had violently dropped the aircraft’s skids onto the top of a blue shipping container thirty yards away. The side doors blew open. Three tactical retrieval operators threw themselves onto the deck. They carried short-barreled kinetic rifles their laser sights cutting through the rising steam in sharp red lines.

Then he glanced at Axel, Sage, and Forbes, “All of you, take care and stick to the plan.” The platform dolly, or mobile helipad, was being hauled by Elite Warrior Dennis using a small garden tractor on the outlined steel-rodded concrete road from the hanger to the helipad. The dolly is just a flatbed trailer with manual brakes where the helicopter lands, is parked and takes off. On our way back, he will tow everything back into the hangar. This helicopter was a gift from the High Alpha, where I won the Hunter's Parade at age sixteen, before the incident.

shouted another person from the side. It was at that moment when a shocking sight could be seen from afar. A speck of black seemed to have formed in the sky, and it was slowly getting bigger as it swiftly approached Wayfair Mountain Entertainment. That speck in question was actually Gerald’s thirty-six helicopters! While none of the helicopters looked as grand as the ones owned by the Long family, in the end, thirty-six helicopters were still much grander than just six. “What… What on earth is happening? Whose helicopters are those?”

Amaris spun around to look behind her. Alexis did the same. There in the distance and gaining quickly was a large black helicopter. It looked just like the one the Taji had destroyed back at the beach, only this one was still in one piece. "It looks just like the one they had at the beach. That one had machine guns and missles." Andreas stepped further on the accelerator. The truck in front of them was speeding up as well. Alexis was mind linking again. Amaris immediately tensed. She knew how close it was last time. The only reason they all escaped alive was that Taji flew his helicopter out with one of his men in the back that had a fifty caliber machine gun. He then tricked the

Old WIlson said "The trains here are not like those in other countries. They are over crowded and slow. By train, the journey is between two and three hours, depending on the stops. But even a first class ticket is meaningless here. They pack the railcars like sardines. I was not willing to let my Young Master, his Lady and his friends suffer that torment. And also, by the way, the guide that I have secured for you, is also a translator. So you will not have any problems with the language. Now go! You don't want to keep the pilot waiting." They piled into the vehicle and were whisked away without further ado. The flight was pleasant enough. Rick had always thought of helicopters as being sma

Roaring... In the sky, helicopter rotors thundered, whipping up gusts of wind. What astonished Austin was that there weren't just one but three helicopters! Each helicopter was suspending a giant, container-like box. The helicopters hovered above, slowly lowering the boxes with cables. The scene was incredibly dramatic, drawing a crowd of onlookers who gasped in amazement. After all, aside from Walter's bodyguard team, the security team at Tetra Club rarely saw such a spectacle

Beatrice said proudly, fingering the extension curls in her dark hair. "They better fuckin be!" Jehlani supported as Zenni stopped the car in the middle of the airfield. The girls stepped out, all in her personal style, but they're all on excessively tall heels. Beatrice adjusted her cortex body-hugging gown and earrings. Their helicopters are already waiting in the airfield. Four helicopters. One for one person, but the twins will share one. Noticeably, Beatrice's helicopter is the most expensive among. Hers is a Sikorsky Vip Variant.

“Don’t be a fool, Raffaele. Between you and a stranger, I’ll choose my own blood every time. Don’t forget that.” “I’m not a heartless man,” he continued coldly, “but a man of practicality. Now sit down and shut up so the pilot can keep us steady. We need to refuel and pick up your… dear wife.” The Bell 429, a sleek twin-engine helicopter used for VIP transport and rescue, carried six of us—the pilot, Kareem, Nabil, Domenico, and me, though Valentina was notably missing from the count. “We’re headed to refuel on a Danish naval vessel patrolling the North Atlantic,” the pilot shouted back toward us.

There had never been more than one survivor. Just then, the horns stopped and a sound came from above. It was a low thrum that grew louder by the second. We all looked up. Helicopters. Several of them. With the Capital’s insignia on the side. “They’re not wasting time,” Kalev said. His tone was unreadable. We stood and watched as the first helicopter broke through the cloud cover. It was sleek and dark, and it was descending fast toward the beach. The wind whipped across the sand as it lowered. The sand hit our faces.