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EXT. HIGHWAY -- DAY

Mad Max never had it so good.

The highway is almost empty this time of day. You pass ten feet over a lone semi and settle to within a couple yards of the hot pavement, weaving between cars like they were standing still, blowing twin streamers of ditch dust high into the air. A tunnel appears ahead, and only after a moment's hesitation, you yank on the cyclic and send the Blackhawk arching back into the open air.

Behind you, the Cobra follows hard to your tail, its chin turret tracking you like a bully pointing you out to his friends.

If your time is up...

Pick a maneuver...

1/4 Helicopter... [pass pass pass pass / fail]

1/2 Helicopter... [pass pass pass pass pass pass / fail]

Helicopter... [pass pass pass pass pass pass / fail]

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