EXT. RIVER -- DAY
The river is a silver streak in the sunlight as you hurtle overhead. The sound of your own helicopter thunders against you, ricocheting off the nearby hillsides of the Santa Monica Mountains. The bluffs on either side of the canyon river twist the narrow passage, and you struggle to keep out of the rocks with a few hard jinks. The last outcropping comes too close for comfort, and your hard bank slams you back against your seat hard enough to knock the wind out of you.
You can't see the Cobra. That's even worse than seeing it. You twist in your seat, looking.
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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