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At lunchtime Henderson called a pilots’ meeting and flew down from his station above the blaze. The smaller helos had arrived and gotten in a handful of runs each.
Vern landed a half-rotor behind Emily. He’d managed to keep up with her, barely. Damn but the woman flew so smoothly. He had the feeling that she was moving a touch slow to coddle his male ego. Or maybe to teach him.
Former military—well, so was he. But she was former SOAR.
The Special Operations Aviation Regiment was an absolute legend. Only the ultimate best were given the chance to take the tests that rejected three-quarters of the applicant pilots. He probably had a lot more to learn from her than how not to make a total fool of himself with a Firehawk.
So if she was flying slower so he didn’t feel totally hopeless, h
