"As the helicopter climbed higher, Alessandro spotted something in the distance – another helicopter, rapidly approaching. It was black, unmarked, and definitely hostile.'We've got company,' Alessandro said, his voice grim. 'Looks like my father doesn't want us to get away so easily.'The pilot nodded, his face tense. 'I'll try to outmaneuver them,' he said. 'But they're faster than us.'Alessandro grabbed his gun, his eyes narrowing. He knew what he had to do. He had to protect Clara, even if it meant engaging in a mid-air battle.'Clara, get down!' he shouted, pushing her to the floor of the helicopter. 'Stay there, and don't move!'He leaned out the open door, his gun raised, and began firing at the pursuing helicopter. Bullets whizzed through the air, shattering the glass and tearing through the metal.The other helicopter returned fire, bullets ripping through the cabin of their helicopter. The pilot cried out in pain, slumping over the controls.'I've been hit!' he shouted. 'I can't control the helicopter!'The helicopter began to spin out of control, plummeting towards the ground. Alessandro knew they were going down. He had to do something, and fast.He grabbed Clara, pulling her close. 'Hold on tight!' he shouted. 'This is going to be a rough landing!'"
