She knows a thing or two about aviation

As Silver adjusted her boots the helicopter took a sharp turn and she was nearly tossed out the side. She grasped the roof of the helicopter and dangled out the open door. As she kicked her legs, her boots loosened further. The demon looked back for a split second and saw the cut on the leg of her jumpsuit, deciding to make it worse but not yet to kill. He leveled out the machine and came closer to the wall of a building. The blades created sparks, eventually catching her trench coat. The very slowly burnt their way up, make scorch marks and after long, the cop’s pants were nearly gone. Her coat tore to a point where there were massive holes growing. Silver had had enough and was on her way to the cockpit. The demon pulled his last trick before his demise. He pulled an experimental weapon from his blazer. It hadn’t even been given a name yet. He attached it to the barrel of his 1911 and aimed it at the woman. Her eyes widened at this. He pulled a secondary trigger. It blasted air and blew Silver’s boots and the lower half of her jumpsuit into oblivion. In the act, the masked man also was shot back by the recoil and hit his head. Silver now reached into the cockpit, not realizing her current state and not understanding what just happened. She took control of the vehicle and veered it onto the roof of a building still in construction. Jumped out of the door and landed inches from the edge. She pushed herself up and brushed the dust off of... well now it’s just her (quite large) chest, not knowing the effect from the blast a few seconds ago. Several men in purple shirts surrounded her. Each of them had one word on the front. Fisk.