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Justin crossed out of Israeli airspace with no one the wiser, except for a couple small fishing boats that he overflew at five meters and full speed in the dead of night. Somewhere behind would be the DAP Hawk, though he hadn’t spotted it, and far above, the Gray Eagle would be turning for the long trip back to Incirlik.
“Incoming, boss.” Carmen’s whisper warned him over the intercom moments before a man leaned over the console between Justin and Danny. “I kept him out until you cleared the coast, but that’s all he would put up with.”
“Hey, buddy.” The man clapped Justin’s left shoulder hard enough to drive the thrust lever partway down. They dropped from five meters above the waves to three before Justin caught it.
“Hey, yourself. Careful there. Three more meters down, catch a whee
