Flashing lights caught her attention. She looked over and saw a helicopter, suspended in the darkness at roof level. The craft's rotor chopped through the air, the word "POLICE" emblazoned across its sleek body.

"Nobody move," said a distorted, amplified voice. "Sir, we have in you in our sights. Surrender immediately."

"Yeah, right," Halo muttered, concentrating on not falling backwards. She felt dizzy.

Just stand upright, she told herself. That's all you have to do.

Jason kept walking. A shot rang. Jason's chest squirted blood, which hit Halo's sneakers. Another shot carved him a new mask hole. He reacted as though swatting flies.

Halo's heart sank. Was this all they were packing? They needed a fucking bazooka. She prepared to die. After the day she'd had, it almost felt like a relief.

"There's clearly some kind of conflict, up on the very edge of the roof," said Rayner, in full live news drama mode. "A huge male is advancing on the woman, while a police helicopter opens fire on him. Either they missed, or he's wearing some kind of body armor. This is terrifying to watch. Nobody knows yet whether this man was responsible for the hotel fire, as the cause has yet to be established. Rest assured, WCX News is staying right here until we find out."

Halo did her best to fight Jason off, as he grabbed at her head. But what, really, was the point? Nearby, the helicopter ducked and swerved, attempting to find an angle for another shot. "Stand away from the female," the voice commanded.

Halo blinked as she saw a gun rammed against the right side of Jason’s head. It fired, sending chunks of flesh and dark blood hurtling out of the other side. Then it fired again, blowing more of Jason’s brains off the side of the building.

Jason released Halo and turned to see Tom clutching the smoking gun, which Norwood had dropped. He was bare-chested and covered with soot, his shirt wrapped around his wounded left hand. Halo gasped, but had no time to celebrate his reappearance.

Having suffered these close range blasts, Jason finally appeared unsteady on his feet. Tom fired again, taking off another piece of Jason’s head. “Sir, hold your fire,” ordered the helicopter. “We have this situation under control.”

“The hell you do,” Tom yelled, his voice hoarse, as Jason turned on him. A fist drove into Tom’s shoulder, sending him flying back into the fog.

   Friday the 13th: Hate Kill Repeat, Chapter 24