"The thing next to him seemed to have finished its surveillance. He let out a long, trembling sigh as he felt it move closer to him, and then he was fumbling for a Glock already swatted from his hands, and the thing had him in its arms as if he were no smaller than a baby, and was throwing him over the side, toward the wall and his men below. For a moment, he was flying, still holding the beer, and it was the most amazing sensation he’d ever had in his life.
Then came the ground." Page 280 Chapter 78