She turned back to look at him and offered the smallest nod. Whatever had happened last year in Australia—when the Firehawks had split off and they’d done the switcheroo on Oh-Two—was happening again.
Mark was making patting motions and the crowd eventually quieted.
“The MD 500s and Twin 212s are bound for Australia. TJ and Chutes will lead that group. Your helos will be going out of Portland via FedEx cargo in five days. Enjoy your time off, because the Aussies will keep you hopping once you’re Down Under. Firehawk One and Two will be shipping out in six days. Vern and Denise, where are you?”
When he raised his hand, Vern felt like the bad boy, which he’d been enough times in high school that the motion itself gave him shivers. Denise’s hand went right up, like the star pupil she’d pro
