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Chief Warrant 3 Lola LaRue leaned forward to get a better view through the DAP Hawk’s forward windscreen. It was pointless, all that existed out there was darkness. Anyway, the image was across the inside of her visor, not out the windscreen, but she couldn’t help the body reaction.
She’d lost sight of one of the Little Bird helicopters they were supposed to be guarding. The two-seater attack helicopters barely weighed a tenth as much as her Black Hawk and were so quick in tight spaces that it was hard to keep track of them. She spent one lousy moment trying to find where raghead bad guy was pinging her windshield with rifle fire, and the Little Bird slipped into hiding.
Major Emily Beale, who sat to her right in the pilot’s seat of their Direct Action Penetrator Black Hawk, pointed c
