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“What do you think?”
Connie jumped a bit to find Major Beale close beside her. The blasting heaters were loud enough to mask smaller noises in the hangar, and the major moved so quietly.
“I’ve always liked it here.” And Connie did. They were in the Fort Campbell maintenance hangar that they’d flown through last night. Lower than an airplane hanger, it was made for helicopters. They could park a couple of the massive twin-rotor Chinooks in here, but a 737 not so much. The walls were lined with overhaul parts: pumps, rotors, racks of small parts, and anything else a mechanic could want. Every tool, lifter, and overhead crane imaginable stood available for the moment it might be needed. Through an open door she could see a full machine shop.
“I’d rather be flying. It makes me nervous t
