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Robin arrived at the open cargo bay door of her Firehawk Oh-One in time to hear Steve cursing.
She stopped and stared at the setup. She hadn’t paid as much attention as she probably should have to what was in the back of her helicopter—as in none at all other than chucking in her gear bag.
The cargo bay on a Black Hawk was six feet wide, twelve long, and four and a half high. The two big side doors were slid backwards on each side to expose the center of the bay, making it virtually feel like outdoors. The rear held about what she’d expected: fire safety gear, spare supplies, and camping equipment. She’d seen Mickey dump his own camp gear behind his bird, so she snagged hers and tossed it to land clear of her tail rotor.
It took her eyes several moments, and a lot of blinking, to foc
