Sophie Sullivan clenched her fists and hammered at the tiger on top of her. "You bastard, get off of me!"
The tiger firmly pinned her down, motionless. It wouldn't let it go, nor allow her to enter the quicksand.
Sophie Sullivan clenched her fist, annoyed. "If you can understand me, why not get out of the way? Thomas Shannon is about to die, let me have one last look at him..."
RUMBLE—
At that moment, the roar of helicopter propellers resonated through the sky.
Sophie Sullivan was stunned. She looked up to see several helicopters hovering in the air.
After her initial shock, she was overcome with ecstatic joy and waved her hands frantically. "Over here! Thomas Shannon is here!"
The helicopter cabin doors opened, and ropes were thrown down.
Men in black expertly slid down the ropes. One of them rushed over. "Young Master, how are you?!"
Anxious voices rang out as they began the rescue.
Sophie Sullivan finally let her tense nerves relax, hoping Thomas Shannon was okay...
