Steve walks into the hanger as Drew checks over the helicopter. Two thick red straps are around his shoulders connecting the parachute backpack. He attaches his black backpack to his belt.

"Alright let's go," Tornado slaps Steve on the back.

"Ok." The two men climb up into the flying contraption. Steve scratches passively at the bite on his arm.

"Hey, are you ok?" Tornado asks.

"Huh?" Oh, yeah, just a scratch," he replies examining the infected punctures. Both men buckle their seat belts after sitting down behind Drew's pilot seat. The small helicopter slowly lifts up off the ground and easily maneuvers into the air silky as a glistening bat amongst the clouds. It takes only a half-hour to reach the peak of Mount Trespass.

Peeking out a small window Tornado comments, "Hey man! You were right. One bonefied mansion."

"Vee vill circle twice round vu k?" Drew shouts back over the noise of the floating craft. "Ve make sure vu alright there k?"

"Sounds peachy to me," Steve shouts back peering down at the mansion with a look of uncertainty spilling over his features.

"Come on," Tornado unbuckles his seat belt and walks to the back of the helicopter. As Steve follows Tornado lifts a latch and slides open a side door.

"You're gonna drop out here!" Tornado yells over the fierce sound of the wind gushing through the door. "Wait three seconds, then pull the string to release the chute."

"Uh, right," Steve replies cautiously.

"Ok, make sure you direct your landing like I showed you. Have a safe drop," Tornado signs off, barely audible over the whirring of the blades cutting the air. Steve prepares to slide through the gaping hole.

"See ya on the flip side T." Tornado smiles then motions downward with his hand. Steve grimaces then ducks through the door. With a yelp sucked away by the wind, he counts to three in his head then jerkily pulls the strap on his parachute releasing the orange fabric and pulling himself into a slow descent.

His feet touch the ground childishly and he wobbles about for a moment as though he were on a ship at sea. He quickly unhooks his parachute letting it flap away limply as the breeze pulls it a short distance. The sky fades to a hazy pink as the sun quickly begins its descent. Steve chances a glance at the nearby door to the mansion hanging slightly open. He looks again, thinking he had seen a red light. Shaking his head to clear the fuzziness of his rapid descent, he turns his back to watch Drew and Tornado finish their first circle so he can signal his okay.