The blasts were only one example of the impossible technology the Air Force possessed. Their weapons fired invisible yet powerful bursts of energy that worked silently but with no less destructive force than a rocket-propelled explosive. The Retro forces weren’t shooting conventional missiles. The chopper shuddered and we were thrown violently against our harnesses as the craft pitched to our right, but we stayed airborne and under control. “Skyhawks aren’t attack birds,” Granger replied sharply. “Why aren’t we shooting back?” Mom said calmly into her microphone. The helicopter was buffeted by another shot fired from the ground. “Help is incoming,” Cutter announced casually as if he had just said, “Looks like rain.” At the controls was the marine commando named Cutter, who was doing his best to keep us flying. what? The ground? The Retro forces down below that were shooting at us? A miracle swooping in from the heavens?Īll four of us wore headphones that connected us with the cockpit where Captain Granger, the SYLO commander, sat strapped into the copilot’s seat. He twisted left and right, struggling to look out of the window and get a glimpse of. He clutched the straps of his safety harness as if that would do any good if we slammed into the ground. Kent, on the other hand, looked wide-eyed and frantic. I didn’t think for a second that she wasn’t as terrified as the rest of us, but her expression seemed to be one of, I don’t know, resignation? It was almost as though she had accepted the fact that the Retro forces on the ground would shoot us out of the sky and there was no use stressing about it. The helicopter’s rotors whined as we lifted back into the sky. “Gee, you think?” Kent Berringer said sarcastically. “Get us outta here!” Captain Granger screamed at him through our headphones. The wild spinning stopped a moment later. It was as if a heavy weight had been dropped into my lap and was pushing me back into the seat. “It can’t end like this,” Tori said with surprising calm. All we could do was huddle together and brace for the inevitable. It was too dark outside to see what our altitude was, or when the impact might come. She clutched my arm for whatever comfort it might give. Reaching to my right I grabbed hold of Tori’s leg. On the other side sat Kent Berringer and my mother, Stacy Pierce. I sat shoulder to shoulder with Tori Sleeper on one side of the craft. Six of us were trapped in a military helicopter that was under attack, spinning out of control and headed for the ground. will leave readers hungry for the next installment.Not words you wanted to hear from a pilot who has your life in his hands. "MacHale pens some terrific and unique action scenes. "An entertaining and creepy tale."- Publishers Weekly "This action-filled, end-of-the-world-as-we-know-it adventure . should leave teen readers clamoring for the next installment."- VOYA "With this extremely high-octane story that's the equivalent to a summer movie blockbuster, MacHale kicks off an apocalyptic trilogy sure to leave readers demanding the next installment."- Booklist "If you're a fan of The Maze Runner and Alex Rider, you might want to pick up SYLO. A fast-paced read and a huge cliffhanger."-EW.com "Absolutely un-put-downable, more exciting than an Xbox and roller coaster combined."- Kirkus, starred review Highly recommended."-James Dashner, New York Times bestselling author of the Maze Runner series "A relentlessly fast-paced, intriguing, expertly-written tale that leaves you breathless and satisfied, yet wanting more. Fans will be sure to devour this incredibly satisfying conclusion. All bets are off in Strike-with twists so big readers will never see them coming-while the action and pulse-pounding suspense remain as high as ever. MacHale is back with the third book in the SYLO Chronicles. Once again, Tucker Pierce and friends must fight for their lives against the better-equipped SYLO. #1 New York Times bestselling author D.J.
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