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Three hours later, Mickey’s fuel levels were down as far as his blood sugar level.
On cue, Robin called for return to base and refuel. Bless her.
He killed one last hot spot with his current load, a circle of fire fifty feet across and equally high in the heart of the black. Four hundred and fifty gallons released in a slow circle of spray was enough to convince it to retire from the fight.
He climbed and then looked down at what he’d achieved. When he’d arrived, the wide expanse of burned-over hills had looked like those Earth-at-night photos showing all of the glowing cities, flaring and spitting fire in a hundred locations.
Now it was all char of burned-over forest. The random patches of green left behind by the fire would do their best to regerminate the black. At the temperatur
