What are you looking at?" Jordan demanded finally, watching her. "A dragon. " When he looked bewildered she lifted her arm and pointed to the sky in the southeast. "Right there—that cloud—what do you see when you look at it?" "A fat cloud. " Alexandra rolled her eyes at him. "What else do you see?" He was quiet for a moment studying the sky. "Five more fat clouds and three thin ones.
I'm not sure how healthy it is to shoot police helicopters with bazookas.