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Connie stood with the group as they saw the President off with no one the wiser. He slipped out of Tonopah on a Gulfstream jet that would slide him back to Air Force One, parked overnight at Fort Campbell, as quietly as if he’d never left.
Connie and John spent nearly an hour packing their bird and freezing their fingers. The gloves weren’t enough to insulate against the chill that had crept in as they sat in the warm conference room. Black-in-black. That implied missions that were never heard of. Missions, whether they succeeded or failed, that were never known about.
Had that been what happened to her father, a failed operation and not a failed machine? At first, she had blamed the manufacturers. That’s why her first jobs were with Sikorsky and other vendors for the Black Hawk heli
