Tony Lopez Helicopter Novels & Stories

That is why there is no doubt that I would not die even if this helicopter would crash. "Do you want to have an experiment? Let's see if you would die if this chopper crashes," Landon challenged me. "No, thanks. I know I won't die in just a mere crash," I said and just enjoyed the view. We landed at the helipad of one of the most prominent hotels in Los Angeles. I completely had no idea why we are here, but then it is Landon's word, so I'm sure it is somewhat related to the plans he is trying to do an action with. Of course I am game in whatever he is planning to do. After all, I would benefit from his resources. We are using each other with our consent so it is just fair.

That is why there is no doubt that I would not die even if this helicopter would crash. "Do you want to have an experiment? Let's see if you would die if this chopper crashes," Landon challenged me. "No, thanks. I know I won't die in just a mere crash," I said and just enjoyed the view. We landed at the helipad of one of the most prominent hotels in Los Angeles. I completely had no idea why we are here, but then it is Landon's word, so I'm sure it is somewhat related to the plans he is trying to do an action with. Of course I am game in whatever he is planning to do. After all, I would benefit from his resources. We are using each other with our consent so it is just fair.

That is why there is no doubt that I would not die even if this helicopter would crash. "Do you want to have an experiment? Let's see if you would die if this chopper crashes," Landon challenged me. "No, thanks. I know I won't die in just a mere crash," I said and just enjoyed the view. We landed at the helipad of one of the most prominent hotels in Los Angeles. I completely had no idea why we are here, but then it is Lucius’s word, so I'm sure it is somewhat related to the plans he is trying to do an action with. Of course I am game in whatever he is planning to do. After all, I would benefit from his resources. We are using each other with our consent so it is just fair.

“Lopez is a ruthless Italian who kidnaps important people to whoever offends him. He also carries out requests too—requests to abduct someone, assassinate people.” “What?” I whispered in shock. The woman in front of me moved forwards, and we also moved forwards. “He sells body organs too. Kidnapping and harvesting organs. There was a day he played a video for us, laughing to scare us. He had torn a lady inside out, ruthlessly, and with an helicopter, had dropped her on the roof of her mother, who loved her very much. Then he took the video of the girl on the roof, and sent it to the media, framing the mother for her death.”

Just as he was puzzled about this, all of a sudden, the sound of rotor blades punctured through the air. Lucas’ entire body stiffened, and he immediately lifted his head— “Oh my God, it’s a helicopter!” “It is!” Having come from a village just as desolate and secluded as this one, Zach and Yuri had never seen a helicopter before, so they could not help but gasp when they saw the helicopter flying toward them. Lucas let out a small sigh when he saw the helicopter headed in their direction. It had been years since he last saw this helicopter. This was the team of trained bodyguards that Joshua had been developing in private. Joshua had never allowed them to jump into action, except in life-or-

Are they, in fact, cowards, or do they have a bigger plan at hand? It has now been three minutes since we have come under attack. We are standing our ground firmly between the cover of the tents as we are making our way forward to the entrance of the camp. Up above, there is an assault helicopter taking out what it sees fit in its path. Only but a few seconds ago, Lopez lifted up in a Viper and has now taken after the one that is wreaking havoc over our camp. I stare only for but a brief moment up into the skies as I see him gaining his gap and closing fast in taking him down.

I didn’t think the helicopter would get here this fast. Lexie puts on her baseball cap backwards and gives up on the destroyed car radio. She steps out of the car, pocketing the keys in her multicolored hippie maxi skirt. Out the window, I watch the helicopter descend, sending dust flying up in the air all around. An elderly man in a black suit exits the chopper the second it lands, crouching low to avoiding the spinning blades. Behind him, two paramedics in white follow, jogging towards the car. The man, who I’m guessing must be Alberto, pauses to talk to William, bowing.

"I don't see why I’m required for a shakedown. You and my grandfather can trade threats without me." "Ask the old man. He’s the one pulling the strings today." Lanka let out a sharp breath. "Fine." The ride to the helipad was fast. Marco Alvarez drove like a man with a contract on his head, weaving through traffic with lethal precision. The helicopter sat on the roof, the rotors already screaming, kicking up a storm of grit and exhaust. Lanka stopped dead at the edge of the roof. "We’re taking that?" "It’s faster than the highway. Miami Beach is a crawl this time of day."

Crystal secretly devised a plan to taunt him, but Quinn's appearance, looking annoyed, ruined everything. "I have called you so many times, but you were not answering!" scolded Quinn, once Crystal managed to stand upright in the black Helicopter bearing the L E O N I D A S logo; either Xavier's or Javier's. Christian, who was no doubt had received an order from one of the two Leonidas, hastily handed her a kimono. "Look what you did to Heli—" "Old-fueled helicopter?" "It was just the fuel that ran out. It is still very good!"

He ran. Michelle watched him go until he fell into the strobe of approaching sirens. Mercy had a price; she paid it in timing. She tapped her wrist once, then double-timed it to the SUV. RIVERLANDING — UNDERBRIDGE STAGING The helicopter sat like a patient insect on the service pad—skids sunk into rubber matting, rotors biting the fog in tight, disciplined circles. Its tail boom wore no markings. Its pilot wore a pale blue windcheater and a wedding band that flashed when he flicked switches—a detail he would later remove.