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〃We can't hide from a chopper；〃 Joel says again。
〃This is a big city；〃 I reply。 〃There are many places to hide。〃
He sees I am bloody。 〃How bad are your injuries？〃
It is an interesting question because already…in the space of a few minutes…they have pletely healed。 Yaksha's blood…it is an amazing potion。
〃I am all right；〃 I say。 〃Are you injured？〃
〃No。〃 He pauses。 〃How many men have died since this started？〃
〃At least ten。 Try not to count。〃
〃Is that what you did after a few thousand years？ You stopped counting？〃
〃I stopped thinking。〃
I have a goal。 Because I know we cannot stay on the freeway long； I decide that the only way we can escape the helicopters is to get into one ourselves。 Atop several of the high…rises in downtown Los Angeles there are helicopter pads with choppers waiting to whisk executives to high…level meetings。 I can fly a helicopter。 I can operate any piece of machinery humankind has developed。
I exit the freeway on Third Street。 By now I have ten black…and…whites on my tail。 ing down the off ramp； I see several cop cars struggling to block the road in front of me。 Switching to the wrong side of the street； I bypass them and head east in the direction of the tallest buildings。 But my way is quickly blocked by another set of black…and…whites。 We must have half the LAPD after us。 I am forced to swerve into the basement garage of a building I don't know。 A wooden bar swings down to block my way； but I don't stop to press the green button and collect my ticket。 Nor does the herd of law enforcement behind me。 We all barrel through the barricade。 A sign for an elevator calls my attention and I slam the car to a halt inches from the door。 We jump out and push the button。 While we wait for our ride to higher floors； I open fire on our pursuers。 More people die。 I lied to Joel。 I do count… three men and a woman take bullets in the face。 I am a very good shot。
The elevator es and we pile inside。
I press the top button。 Number twenty…nine。
〃Can they halt the elevator from the basement？〃 I ask as I reload。
〃Yes。 But it'll take them a few minutes to figure out how to do it。〃 He shrugs。 〃But does it matter？ They'll surround this building with an army。 We're trapped。〃
〃You're wrong；〃 I say。
We exit onto the top floor。 Here there are expensive suites； for law firms； plastic surgeons； and investment counselors。 But there is too much high…priced real estate in Los Angeles…several of the suites are empty。 Kicking in the door of the nearest vacancy； I stride up and down beside the wide windows； studying the neighboring buildings。 I will have to cross the block and move over a few buildings to reach a high…rise that has a helicopter pad。 I curse the fact that I am not a mythic vampire from films； capable of flying。
Yet I am able to leap tall buildings in a single bound。
Joel moves to my side。 Below us； we watch the forces of righteousness gather。 Two more helicopters have appeared in the night sky。 Their bright beams rake the sides of the building。
〃They won't e up the elevator after us；〃 Joel says。 〃They will only e when they have us surrounded top and bottom。〃 He pauses。 〃What are we going to do？〃
〃I am going to set a new Olympic record。〃 I point to the building across the street。 Its roof is only three stories below where we are。 〃I am going to jump over to it。〃
He is impressed。 〃That's far。 Can you really do it？〃
〃If I get a running start。 I'll e back for you in a few minutes； in a helicopter。 I will land it on the roof of this building。 Be waiting for me。〃
〃What if you miss the roof of that building？〃
I shrug。 〃It's a long way down。〃
〃Could you survive the fall？〃
〃I think so。 But it would take me time to recover。〃
〃You shouldn't e back for me；〃 Joel says。 〃Steal a helicopter and escape。〃
〃That is not a consideration。〃
He speaks seriously。 〃Too many people have died。 Even if we escape； I can't live with this slaughter on my conscience。〃
I am impatient。 〃Don't you see how dangerous you are to the human race？ Even dead。 They could take your blood； inject it into animals； into themselves… just as Eddie did。 And they will do that； after witnessing what we can do。 Believe me； I only kill tonight so that the world can wake safely in the morning。〃
〃Is that true； Sita？ You would die to save all these men and women？〃
I turn away。 〃I would die to save you。〃
He speaks gently。 〃What did you sacrifice to keep me alive？〃
I would weep； I think； if I could。 〃I told you。〃
〃I didn't understand。〃
〃It doesn't matter。 It's done。〃 I turn back to him。 〃There will be time later for these discussions。〃
He touches my hair…pieces of glass fall to the floor。 〃You miss him。〃
〃Yes。〃
〃I didn't know what he meant to you when I watched him die。〃
I smile sadly。 〃Nothing is really known about a person until he or she is gone。〃
〃I cannot take his place。〃
I nod weakly。 〃I know。〃 Then I shake my head。 〃I need to go。〃
He wants to hug me。 〃This could be goodbye。〃
〃It is not over yet。〃
Before launching my daring leap； I kick out the window that blocks my way。 This alerts the buzzing choppers but I don't give them time to zero in on me。 I back away from the windows； taking only the shotgun with me； giving the machine gun to Joel。
〃Are you afraid of heights？〃 he asks。
I kiss him。 〃You don't know me。 I am afraid of nothing。〃
Taking a deep breath； I begin my hard approach。 I can accelerate sharply and be at full speed in less than ten strides。 My balance and ability to judge distance are flawless。 I hit the shattered bottom edge of the window perfectly and all at once I am airborne。
The flight across the gap between the buildings is breathtaking； even for me。 It seems as if I'll float forever； moving horizontally； in defiance of gravity。 The searchlights on the helicopters are too slow to catch me。 I soar in darkness； a huge bat； the cool air on my face。 Below； the tiny figures raise their heads skyward； blinking at the impossible。 I almost laugh。 They thought they had me trapped； silly mortals。 They thought wrong。
My landing is not entirely smooth because I have such momentum。 I am forced into a roll as I skitter across the rooftop。 I am bleeding as I finally e to a halt and jump up。 Overhead the choppers are frantically maneuvering to open fire。 I am not given a chance to catch my breath before moving。 Leaping for the next rooftop； I watch as a line of bullets rips a path in front of me。
The ensuing jumps between buildings are all on the same side of the street and not so dramatic as the first one。 Yet the last leap； to the skyscraper with the helicopter pad； is to be the most dramatic of all。 Because I cannot jump to the top of a building twenty stories up； I do not plan to land on top of the skyscraper。 I will jump into it； through its wall of windows。 I only hope that I don't hit the steel and concrete between floors。
Once again； the choppers approach； their machine guns blasting。
Once again； I take a running start。
The windows of the skyscraper rush toward me like a hard black wall。 An instant before contact； I lean back and kick out with my feet。 My timing is perfect； the glass shatters around the lower part of my body； sparing my face and arms。 Unfortunately； I land awkwardly on a row of secretarial desks。 The shock is incredible； even for me。 ing to a halt in a pile of ruined PCs and paper clips； I lie still for a whole minute； trying to catch my breath。 I am now covered with blood from head to toe。 Yet even as I grimace in pain my flesh wounds begin to close and my broken bones begin to mend。
I have pany on the outside。 One of the helicopter pilots has taken it upon himself to e level with the hole I have punched into the side of the skyscraper。 The chopper floats just outside the shattered window； scanning the office with its bright searchlight。 There are three men； including the pilot； aboard the craft。 Peering through the wreckage； I notice that the machine gunner has an itchy finger。 I think to myself how much more…1 would prefer to have a police chopper than a civilian one。 But the pilot is not reckless。 He keeps the chopper constantly moving a little from side to side。 For me to try to leap onto it would be risky。 I opt for the more conservative plan。
I get up slowly； limping。 My right shinbone is still fractured； but it will be all right in another minute … God bless Yaksha's blood。 Ducking behind the desks； the beam from the searchlight stretching long； stark shadows across the office； I move away from the broken window。 The helicopter swoops in a narrow arc； sometimes onto the far side of the hole； sometimes closer to where I'm hidden。 The windows are tinted； it is easier for me to follow their movements than for them to follow mine； unless their light were to hit me directly。 Yet they seem obsessed with the space just beyond the hole。 They must feel that I am in the wreckage somewhere near it； injured and dying。
〃e to me baby；〃 I whisper。
On their third swing toward my side； I punch out the window in front of me and open fire。 I take out the machine gunner first； I don't li
