Caroline froze when she saw the situation below.  Regret and remorse touched her heart in equal parts.  The destruction that would end the child’s life was her doing more than theirs.  A child’s life would be over because she wanted to stop people from stealing money.  Shame brushed her heart so that she nearly lost her grip on the helicopter.  Around her the world spun but her eyes locked onto the figure of the child.  There was no possibility for her to land atop the boy without crushing him, no way to control her descent from this height without killing the boy.  Fingers tightened on the shell of the vehicle as despair gave her strength.  Below her the figure of Steve slipped over the asphalt as if it were snow.  Relief washed over her so that the task at hand could gain her focus.<br/><br/>A grunt left her lips while she made her way up the failing structure of the helicopter.  Beyond her the battle of Ares and the villain continued.  Her own struggle was to bring the helicopter down without destroying anything else or risking any more lives.  One hand shot upward to grasp the main propeller blade.   In the short lessons of her life she had seen enough helicopter crashes on television to know that the main propeller would send the craft into a spin.  The spin could not be controlled.  So best to eliminate that aspect while the pilot inside did his best.  Her hand collided with the whirling steel and her face winced from the sudden contact.   Pain lanced down her arm, but she held strong as the motor threatened to take her arm from the socket.<br/><br/>A sudden jerk bent the blade downward.  The rear was left to help steer, but she knew the landing would be a bad one.  Her body swung down into the interior of the vehicle, eyes seeking out the pilot.  One hand came to rest on the man’s shoulder while the other moved to the seat beside him.<br/><br/>“I’m here to make sure you get out of this alive.”<br/>