Principal Walker's son? Miles' hand shook violently as he scrolled. One notification froze the blood in his veins. A Turner Media official has joined the live. Beau screamed, "Oh god, oh god, my dad is watching this. "Beau wailed. His voice cracking like dry wood. Chase grabbed the phone out of his hands and hurled it across the cabin. "Get a grip, Beau. We're not dead yet. "But Beau lunged at him. "You pushed her. This is your fault. All of it." The helicopter tilted sharply as the boys grappled.
Nearly throwing them into the open doorway. The pilot swore loudly. "One more move and I swear I will radio law enforcement myself." Chase spun toward him. "They're already after us.
We have to land somewhere safe. Somewhere private.""There is no private." Miles whispered. "Everyone knows.
Everyone saw. They're posting our addresses. Our parents' names. Our school. Everything. "Chase froze. Miles' voice shook. "This isn't a prank anymore. This is attempted murder. We're criminals, Chase.
Criminals." And then the final blow hit. Live viewers, 482,000. Trending hashtag nationwide. Reactions poured in from celebrities, journalists, politicians, and advocacy groups.
News channels began broadcasting the stream on TV. The world had turned its eyes on B Squad and it didn't like what it saw. Down below, on the ground surrounding Crestwood High, dozens of reporters sprinted toward the school entrance. News vans screeched into the parking lot. Microphones were raised.
Cameras were rolling. The media storm had begun. From above, the boys watched in horror as the schoolyard transformed into a battlefield of flashing cameras, police barricades, and swarming journalists. Every one of them waiting for the helicopter to come down. The pilot's radio crackled sharply.
Crestwood helicopter, this is Captain Reyes of the United States Air Force. You are ordered to land immediately. Non-compliance will result in escalation. Beau whimpered. They're going to arrest us.
Miles whispered. They're going to ruin us. Chase clenched his teeth, shaking with rage and fear. They won't touch us. They can't.
But, even he didn't believe his own words anymore. The helicopter began descending slowly, shakily toward the landing zone below, where law enforcement, media, and the Air Force were waiting, ready to dismantle the empire of privilege B Squad had always assumed would protect them. The helicopter descended toward Crestwood High's designated landing field, its rotors chopping the air in uneven, trembling beats. Below, the school grounds no longer looked like a campus. They had transformed into a crisis zone.
Police cruisers lined the perimeter in a tight arc. State troopers stood shoulder to shoulder. Emergency medics waited with stretchers. And beyond them, a sea of reporters, microphones raised, cameras rolling, live broadcasts streaming across every major network. Captain Reyes was the first to step forward as the helicopter's skids scraped the ground.
He signaled sharply, and a formation of officers moved in, surrounding the aircraft like a tactical unit closing on a hostile target. Their stance left no room for misunderstanding. The moment the doors opened, justice would step in before anyone else did. The rotors slowed. The dust settled.
Silence spread with suffocating tension. The pilot opened the side door. Hands raised in surrender before anyone even asked. Then came Chase. He stepped out with a practiced expression half confused, half injured innocence, as if this were all a misunderstanding, a funny accident blown out of proportion.
His clothes were messy. His hair wind-tossed, but his arrogance was intact. "Officers," he said, trying to maintain his father's smooth political tone. "We didn't mean for anything to get out of hand. It was just a just a stupid joke. "Behind him, Beau stumbled out sobbing, while Miles clutched his phone like a guilty relic. But the performance fell flat because standing a few meters away, surrounded by medics and Air Force personnel, was Zuri Hale, alive, steady, unbroken. The moment Chase saw her, his face collapsed. He had banked on her death because a dead victim couldn't testify. A dead victim couldn't stand.
A dead victim couldn't look him in the eye like this. Zuri did. And she didn't flinch. Reyes nodded to her with quiet respect. "You're safe now. "Cameras zoomed in. Microphones extended. News anchors whispered dramatically into their earpieces. The world was watching the confrontation fate had orchestrated. Chase forced a shaky smile. "Look, Zuri, I'm glad you're uh okay. This whole thing got way out of control. I didn't mean to"Zuri stepped forward. Her shadow cut across the ground between them like a blade. "You shoved me.
"she said, her voice steady. "You laughed while you did it." A collective gasp spread across the crowd. Chase tried to recover. No, wait.
Listen, we were just messing around. It wasn't serious. We didn't but the officer nearest him moved with command. That's enough. Drama ignited instantly as law enforcement closed in.
Two officers seized Chase and wrenched his arms behind his back. Another pair grabbed Beau who collapsed to his knees sobbing uncontrollably. Miles didn't even resist. He simply lowered his phone and whispered, "Please don't call my parents." Camera shutters exploded like gunfire.
News crews shouted questions. Social media feeds detonated with fresh hashtags. # JusticeForZuri. # BSquadArrested. # HelicopterAssault.
The moment the cold steel cuffs clicked shut a tremor passed through the crowd. Years of privilege, protection, and impunity dissolved in a single decisive sound. Chase tried to shout above the chaos. "This is insane. My dad will fix this.
He'll have your jobs, every one of you." But no one was listening. Not the officers, not the press, not the witnesses who recorded every second of his downfall. Zuri watched him, her expression unreadable until she spoke the sentence that froze the entire field and became an instant headline across the nation. "Y'all fell before I did. "A piercing line. A poetic reversal. A verbal strike more devastating than the fall itself. Reporters nearly tripped over their own microphones trying to capture it. Reyes turned toward the officers. "Transport them immediately. They'll be processed at county detention." The police escorted the handcuffed boys past the wall of flashing cameras, their reputations disintegrating in real time. Chase locked eyes with Zuri one last time full of fear, disbelief, and the yawning realization that nothing, not even his family's power, could shield him now. But what awaited them beyond the cameras, the trials, the evidence, the public outcry, would prove that the skyfall was only the beginning.