Chapter 2
Gail was overwhelmed by the assault on her senses. She’d pulled on her helmet after buckling into the observer’s seat. She’d only secured the belt because she did feel bad for the Chief—he squished as he sat down.
As soon as they were clear of the Peleliu, the Chief spun the boat—she didn’t even know his name yet—and they shot off across the waves. Her helmet slapped back against the rear window with a hard whack that echoed down her spine.
The high whine of gas turbine engines pierced through her Kevlar like it wasn’t there and the bass roar of the big fans that lifted and drove the hovercraft pounded against her diaphragm like an awesome Maroon 5 concert from right down in the pit.
By the time she thought to look back, the towering carrier was dwindling from sight. She scra
