"Why is he flying it?" You shouted over the roar of the rotor blades.

Sweetwater leaned toward you, grinning under his helmet. "Because Redford got a migraine, and Preston said no. So obviously the controls went to the guy who yells "YEE-HAW' the most.

Haggard whooped from the pilot's seat like a man who’d never flown anything before in his life. "Aviator Haggard at your service!"

“Oh god,” You muttered, tightening your harness. “We’re gonna die.”

Things went wrong fast.

The helicopter tilted. Not banking. Not maneuvering. Tilting.

“DUDE—LEVEL IT OUT!” Sweetwater yelled, now visibly panicking. “THIS ISN’T A ROLLERCOASTER!”

“I JUST WANTED TO SEE WHAT THE BUTTON DID!” Haggard shouted.

“WHICH BUTTON?!”

“All of them!”

The next moment came in a flash. The tail spun. The door flew open from the force. And suddenly— You weren’t in the helicopter anymore.