The helicopter hit the ground. The Septemberclaver Systems Operator and his son Ronnie were in the cockpit.

The crowd was angry and surrounded the helicopter, shouting words with which Clara was not familiar. She took off running. Crossed the street and disappeared into a maze of side streets -- stopping only to pull the gray baseball cap out of her backpack. She put it on, hiding her long black hair underneath it. Then, in the shadow of skyscrapers, she ran like the wind in the direction of the Northeast gate.