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Cal wasn’t sure what he’d signed up for. Sometime in the night—perhaps as Jeannie was forever altering his definition of incredible s*x—Mount Hood Aviation had been released from the Grindstone Canyon Fire. The California Department of Forestry had decided they could handle it from here.
By dawn, MHA was in motion. Breakfast was a hurried affair. Tents were packed; pallets of camping and smokejumper gear were slid into cargo bays. Service trucks were closed up, and the roar of diesel engines filled the field by sunrise as retardant and fuel trucks departed the helibase.
Four boxes of gear were moved from Steve’s drone control truck into the back of Beale’s helo, and the launcher trailer was hung from a load line beneath. Someone showed up and drove the truck away.
With Jeannie’s helo
