Victor felt the man go limp under his arm almost instantly. He decelerated hard, instinctively trying to compensate, but it was already too late. The guy's eyes rolled back, his body slackening like a cut marionette.
Cursing inwardly, Victor angled downward and descended toward the city. The thin, frigid air at high altitude, combined with the brutal G-forces of supersonic flight, had been far more than an unprotected human body could handle. Hypoxia, circulatory shock, and neurological trauma were all stacking up at once. The man was teetering on the edge of death.
