Hang onto her seat? Gail was already white-knuckling it. Her last time in battle had been a dozen years ago at Battle Stations—the seventh week of boot camp. Which meant…never.
She should never have climbed aboard. They weren’t even Marine Corps.
Invading a foreign country with an LCAC and a team of U.S. Rangers with a bunch of helicopters flying alongside?
The next piece registered.
“The 5D?” it came out as more of a squeak than a question. As in the Army’s 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment? They were the best helicopter pilots on the planet. And the scariest. That might explain the intermittent contacts on his radar. But they should have shown up clearly…unless…no. Not possible. Stealth birds only existed in bin Laden compound-style raids and fairy tales. Didn’t they?
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