Jessica retreated while shooting, gradually increasing the distance between the helicopter and Will.
On the sand dune on the other side, Will watched as she led the helicopter away, gritting his teeth in frustration.
"Damn girl... bastard..."
He tried to stand up, but his entire body was weak, teetering on the verge of sleep. Raising his right hand, Will punched his left shoulder wound.
The pain jolted him awake, sharpening his senses.
With all his strength, he scrambled up the hill, crawling and rolling. On the other side of the hill, Jessica was being surrounded by the helicopter and a few men who had jumped down, with less and less room to maneuver.
Wiping his face with the back of his hand, Will lay on the ground, aiming his gun at the helicopter's fuel tank and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The bullet hit its mark, and the helicopter exploded mid-air, crashing into the sand dune in flames.
