Chase heard the roar of another missile launch from the T-bird, and saw the bright flare of its solid-fuel engine light up one of the monitors. It sped toward the Aztlan helicopter. Points of light leaped from the attack chopper as it spit flares to distract the missile. It was the same technique the Rapier's Touch had tried earlier, with no success. This time, though, their own dumber missile was fooled by the new sources of heat and turned toward one, exploding harmlessly against the scrub desert floor.