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“Tonight’s flight is a wide-area sweep.” AMC Stevenson stood at the small podium at the front of the 02 Deck briefing room. It was a twenty-by-thirty-foot room on the closest deck beneath the flight deck.
Trisha slouched in the last row of comfortable chairs. It was cushy enough to let a pilot forget she was about to launch into a mission that would pound her butt sore before the night was through. The only other feature of the room was a whole lotta gray-painted steel.
What was it with these guys? The Coast Guard boats were all pristine white with orange accents, and their helos were orange with white accents. Their mission was to be seen. The Night Stalkers’ machines were nonreflective black-on-black, but inside Fort Campbell, Kentucky, the rooms had areas of color as well as pictur
