We crawled out of the vent into a massive open-roofed room. In the center sat a black helicopter, the railgun mounted on its back.

  "Shotgun!" I called, then realized my mistake as Rellik gave me an amused look. "Okay, fine, I'll take the back with the railgun." I climbed into the rear while Rellik took the pilot's seat.

  "Idiots left the keys in here," Rellik said, starting the engine. "And off we go!"

  We lifted off smoothly from the building's floor. I marveled at how Rellik handled the controls with such confidence. "Where did you learn to fly?" I shouted over the roar of the rotors.

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  "Drive it near the church!" I called to him.

  "Ja!" he shouted back. Just then, an explosion rocked the side of our helicopter.

  "Oh crap!" Rellik fought to stabilize the aircraft. I looked behind us to see another helicopter in pursuit.

  "I got this!" I grabbed the railgun, swinging it toward our attacker. "Goodbye," I muttered, pulling the trigger. A slim silver bullet streaked through the air, striking the enemy helicopter. It erupted into a massive fireball.

  "Hell yeah!" I shouted triumphantly as Rellik steered us toward the church.

  As our Helicopter soared above the city toward the church, I glimpsed the battle raging below between Noir's werewolves and the rebel forces. "They got started without us," Rellik remarked with a dark chuckle.

  Without warning, the helicopter's side exploded. "Shit, hold on!" Rellik shouted as we spun uncontrollably downward, ultimately slamming into the side of a building. Then, darkness consumed everything.