Chapter 5

Arthur's POV

"You should shot him down," Mr. Eric said, "And I give you forty-five minutes"

I carried a gun, a parachute bag, a mask, and my popcorn. "Bye boss," I said.

"Goodluck."

"Thanks."

I darted out into the open air. I was transfixed by the bold shining sunlight dancing in the sky. I covered my face to see clearly. Martins Houghton, my pilot and my partner in crime waited for me in a new helicopter.

"C'mon," Martins shouted.

 I hurried to the helicopter, darted in, and he starts the engine into life.

I looked at Martins. "How long would it take to get there?"

"Fifteen minutes." 

"Alright."

I'm flying. Flying over treetop. Flying over mountains. Flying over churches and mosques. Sea float beneath me. And my past unreels itself in my mind. I remembered how my parents were killed, when John shot me, and when I jumped into the sea, leaving Helen on the ship. I remembered I didn't know who saved

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