pyestock | something old, something new

"I ran back to the corridor. "Guys, get off that roof..." Marlon and Tom were still in the corridor, eyes wide, listening to the chop of the blades which were now overhead. "How low is that helicopter?" I sneaked back into the front office. The helicopter roared over, very low, and then started a slow arcing turn over Battle Test House to face the Power Station. It was fitted with a huge search light, was jet black and bore no markings. "This doesn’t look good."""

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