"Weeee cawl IT Shamu," was yelled into the helicopter earphones. 

     "SHOOT IT DOWN," a commander wheezed into a walkie talkie. 

     As the Cloak of Darkness started to lift people with radiation meters and light sensitive equipment waved wands in the spaces in front of them. 

     "What's wrong with this thing?" The commander threw the walkie talkie at the chopper's dashboard.  It bounced onto the floor.  A hand from a backseat grabbed it, turned it on, and multiple voices crackled to life on the radio.  "What channel?  What channel?" The commander squashed to TALK button and asked.  "WHO is this?" Another commander came up in another helicopter and looked into the cab and asked. 

     Multiple voices slimmed on countdowns and clears.  The Air Force took control.  The helicopters were urged to move on.  A pilot spoke to Control, then addressed specific world leaders by name.  Concluded with, "Don't try and keep up." 

     "Yah, vill be one helluva wake," another voice confirmed as the helicopters parted.