The helicopter flew low, sweeping between buildings and fighting against updrafts that were swelling from the fires burning in Harlem. Fin watched the streets. People were out of their cars, pointing towards the pillars of black smoke. Sirens filled the air from emergency vehicles weaving through the stalled traffic, snaking toward Harlem.
A voice cut over the radio, “ETA, 30 seconds. We’re going in hot. Be ready to bail.”
“If you guys can cover our exit, we’ll get grounded and protect your retreat,” Fin yelled back to the pilot.
“Negative, sir. We’re not going anywhere.”
Fin looked around at the rest of the soldiers. They wore grim faces, but their eyes were steeled. They gripped their guns a little tighter, and got ready for the landing.
“Understood. We’ll get grounded and provide support while you guys get clear.” Fin unsheathed his sword and waited.
“Approaching clearing. Get ready… Now!”
Fin leapt from the chopper, sword stretched out in front of him. His coat trailed behind him, billowing like a dark cloud. The ground raced toward him, magical projectiles and bullets racing back and forth across the clearing below him. He landed, sword point first in the ground. A blast of energy erupted from him, arresting his fall, as the shockwave ripped through the ground scattering debris. He felt a shock wave wash over him from the right, and then the left. Xander and Grace had landed.
Fin spun around, pointing, a brilliant beam of light shooting from his sword. He opened his hand, and the beam turned into a wall, shoving Soulless tumbling down broken buildings. Similar blasts of energy came from Xander’s and Grace’s swords. Fin touched the diamond on his sword.Continue reading “The Fall of New Brooklyn, Day One, 2:13pm”