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A plink is the first sound.

Then another.

“They’re shooting at us!” Mikhail twists the yoke making us all roll to the side with the steep turn.

More bullets pierce through the thin metal.

Sven lets out a grunt and grabs his calf. “I’m fine,” he says, sticking his finger through the new hole in his prison pants.

Another shot, and there’s a popping sound coming from the engine.

“Alexei!” Mikhail shouts. “We’re going down! Jump!”

I turn to the brothers. “Have you parachuted?”

They both nod, cinching their straps.

“Go!” Mikhail cries out, almost as if he’s in pain.

“Now or never!” Diving out through the side door, I can see the twinkling lights below us.

We have enough distance to pick a decent landing spot.

Past the rushing wind, I point to a clearing below.

Ben and Sven fall just a few yards away. They must have bailed at the same time as me.

But where’s Mikhail?

I can’t see his chute. Was he wearing one? I don’t remember seeing him with it.

The white underbelly of the plane is highlighted against the stars as fire streaks from the engine.

Fuck.

Where is he?

I’m frantic after I pull my cord, twisting in the ropes to try and look around me.

Is he still in the plane?

“Mikhail!” I scream as loud as I can, but my words are ripped away by the speed of my fall.

I’m just about to cry out again, when I see the flaming aircraft plummet from the sky and crash into a fiery ball in the distance.

No!

He had to have made it, didn’t he?

My heart lodges in my throat. I can’t see another parachute.

Surely he had one?

Oh my god.

Mikhail?

“Did he go down with the plane?” Ben asks before he even stands.

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