![]() ![]() I peeked out and saw a pair of shiny black shoes and the cuffs of what I knew were uniform pants. I crawled back into my bunker and a few minutes later, I heard the front door open and close, and then heavy footsteps walking through our foyer and down the hall toward where I was playing. I didn't care where we'd end up as long as it was far, far away. Then I'd pull my mama onto it and we'd fly away from here–away from him, away from the black eyes and my mama's tears. I wished I could snap my fingers and make this a real helicopter. ![]() ![]() I picked the helicopter up and lifted it off the ground again with a whop, whop, whop sound. ![]() The helicopter landed and my guys jumped out and ran under the chair that I had put a towel over to make into part of an underground bunker. She'd told me to watch cartoons up in bed with her and I had for a while, but when I saw she was asleep, I'd come downstairs to play with my G.I. I was trying to play as quiet as I could–my mama was banged up again and I didn't want to wake her where she was sleeping up in her room. "Grab my hand! I got you," I said real soft, the helicopter lifting off the ground as Duke grabbed Snake Eyes' hand. ![]()
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