We took the helicopter lower until there was only one option: we needed to make an emergency landing.
As we brought the struggling aircraft down, the pink car got away. Suddenly, we were in the middle of Interstate 15 with no car, no lead, and now causing a massive traffic jam.
It was a fucking nightmare. I had to make a decision. Patrol units were on their way to pick us up. Should we wait?
Screw it. We don’t have time. I helped Captain Jones get the helicopter back in working order.
We had gotten a tip over the radio: A church in West Hollywood.
It was time to make a surprise entrance.