She loathed him, could not even bear to stand near him, let alone sit next to him and shoot wildly out of the helicopter with drug darts. Janice Davis knows of Jeremy Da Camara's feet of clay. As a child, he was her best friend, her hero, until he started dating Lynette ... and refused to take responsibility for their child. She knows he grabs uninvolved at women like pieces of driftwood passing by, and releases them just as quickly. She will not let herself be dragged along. But on the night of the tantalizing red dress, she plays recklessly along, with consequences that even she could not foresee.
She hears the helicopter long before it is visible. For some reason she is nervous and she watches the horizon over the treetops expectantly, as if she is waiting for something to happen. It appears low over the mopanies and with the setting sun right from behind, it looks like a big dragonfly, and the closer it gets the more it looks like the head of an alien. The large, dark eyes large and empty in the white head.
Janice stares with something between fascination and fear at the approaching object.
It darts fearlessly in their direction, missing the treetops just - just while the wind from the rotor blades flattens the grass at the bottom like a broom sweeping it. The tranquility of the Lowveld is supplanted by the deep thud of the turbine and with it a loud scream like that of a wolf calling his mate as it approaches the helicopter landing pad. Then it suddenly swerves to the left and chooses course in the opposite direction.Until it became quiet and she looked at Brett next to her, half dazed. He pulls his stocky shoulders apologetically and then scratches with his fingers through his short, red hair so that it stands upright. "He must have seen something," is all statement he can come up with. Yet he can not completely hide his sudden restlessness.
Janice bites her lower lip. She really hopes that there are no game thieves in the area again. It was quiet for a long time. And when they start catching game again, they always leave a trail of devastation behind. Animals that are mutilated in such a way that if they have not already been tortured to death, they should be evicted. She shivers. The evening twilight now drops rapidly and with it the icy winter breeze cuts through marrow and bone. She pulled the sheepskin jacket she had grabbed in passing as Brett invited her along tighter around her and then tied it tightly to keep the snarling wind away from her body. She suddenly regrets that she only had her hair cut again the previous afternoon, because her ear tips burned from the cold air. "Cold?" asked Brett as he noticed how she was coolly stuffing her hands into the pockets of her jacket. "A little," she admits and smiles reassuringly at her old varsity partner. "During the day it can be so hot, but as soon as the sun goes down, you want to freeze." "yeah that's true." Brett stares again in the direction where the helicopter disappeared. Then he mumbles: "I think I should call Jake on the radio and hear if Jeremy has noticed anything. After all, they are in radio contact with each other. " Brett walks around the vehicle and climbs in on the driver's side. She could not hear the thrust of the radio conversation, but as he climbed out, the worried wrinkle on his forehead disappeared. So there is nothing seriously wrong. Janice does not know what forced the pilot to disappear again. Brett says nothing when he comes back to her with his foot on the wheel of the Landrover. Janice curses the pilot who did not come ashore and Brett who sometimes blunts as much as a sealed can to explain something. "Jeremy is only testing the helicopter," he replied calmly. "It's the same one we rent from Titan helicopters every time we catch animals." The thought, however, does not bring tranquility. "The man is extremely nauseous," she murmured inwardly and wiped her fringe, which tossed the evening air, angrily backwards. "Why does he not just come ashore?" As if he heard her, the helicopter suddenly appeared on their left side and darted at them with dizzying speed. "Hell!" Brett notices breathlessly and Janice can literally hear the amazement and excitement in every letter of the word. "Fearless, no? I wish I was him. ""Bullshit!." The irritation in her voice obscured the growing anxiety inside her. "Whoever he is, he clearly thinks he is the shit." "There is nothing fantastic about the fact that she will sit next to that man in the helicopter the next day, but Janice is silent about this, a frown between her eyebrows. "No my girl," Brett decidedly shook his red head, "even though he thinks he is the shit, and he may just be able to fly like that, he still has to know his story."
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