Chase rolled the winged drone and pushed it hard toward the ground. The desert floor rushed up, an incomprehensible blur of brown, tan, and sparse green. The image stabilized and Chase brought the drone's nose up to slow it. The Aguilar banked through a turn in the riverbed and came into view. Knowing they would be ineffectual, Chase triggered the drone's small machine gun, hoping they'd at least see the muzzle flash. Bright flares ejected from the helicopter as it suddenly pulled up, headed for the sky. Chase pulled up after it, keeping it directly ahead of him. He felt the T-bird's engines surge as they too gained altitude and turned, hard.