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6 Colonel McDermott settled in the jump seat close behind the pilots’ seats in the big Chinook. “Haven’t seen you in a month, Cass. What are you doing out here? Pentagon boring the s**t out of you?” Pete knew he sounded more irritable than he felt. Or perhaps not. He was sick near to death with the training. Not that it was wasted, the stealth aircraft had no operational differences from their more normal brethren, except that the wheels were retractable in flight, removing even that tiny bit of radar signature. The visual imaging systems were such an improvement over the standard that they were simplicity to adapt to. But the helo’s handling characteristics were quite different. Not enough to matter to most pilots—which was a world apart for a SOAR pilot. Reaction times had to be rewo