Felipa definitely needed his help with chartering the helicopter, but he could have done that from Houston.
Pierre led them to the empty, well-lit helicopter hangar, where several men crowded around a still body on the hangar floor.
As they strode into the gardens toward an awaiting helicopter, she couldn't help but think she'd just stepped into something far greater than she could ever imagine.
We've got a helicopter on the way.
She stared at a helicopter as it lifted nimbly into the air, imagining Mr. Tim and other politicians aboard it.
Brady's men had dropped her, Elise, and Dan—along with two others—into the forest by helicopter two hours before.
The helicopter lifted away before Brady had two feet in its belly, and the soldier holding her strapped her securely into a seat in the rear while the two of them stood with nonchalance in the center.
The helicopter dropped suddenly, and she thought she'd vomit.
She leaned into her harness, staring as the helicopter rolled.
She saw smoke moving across the sky a moment before the helicopter rolled and began its sickening maneuvers again.
Heat ripped through the cabin of the helicopter, bringing with it the scent of scorched metal.
The helicopter rolled as it fell, like a carnival ride without the option to get off.
The helicopter dropped and caught.
The unmistakable snap of wires reached them, and the helicopter tilted.
Consider Stephen Wiltshire, who could remember landscapes in such detail that he once drew an extremely intricate, thirty-foot panorama of Tokyo after only a short helicopter ride around the city.