Avp 2004 14

Mikkel felt Sven's grip on his shoulder. "Come on man ... I need you to raise the ship."

"I'm trying, but the storm—"

Sven felt Mikkel shudder under his grip-then the man was forcibly ripped from his hand. He whirled to see the Russian hoisted in the air by an invisible force, the transceiver falling from his limp fingers. Still alive, still aware, Mikkel's face mirrored agony and bewilderment. He knew he was going to die, but he did not understand what was killing him. His eyes locked with Sven's. His mouth gaped, but only to emit a wet gurgle. Then, dead at last, Mikkel hung from a now-visible spear like a piece of meat dangling
on the end of a fork.-Chpt.18 pg.150