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Carly plugged in her laptop and latched it onto the support arm rigged above her knees. If she ever had to grab the cyclic control, she’d be doing it blind.
First, the laptop mount sat directly above the joystick and blocked much of her view of the control panel. Second, the Firehawk was about ten times more complex than any other helicopter she’d ever ridden in before.
A pair of display screens faced her, each surrounded by multiple buttons that changed the screen’s function. A half-kajillion other switches and controls ranged down the center console that separated her from Emily.
The cyclic joystick and the head of the collective control on the left side of her seat were showered with more buttons for radio and retardant-release controls.
She had a helo license and kept it curren
