Chapter NineYou want out-of-the-box, Mark?” she said between gritted teeth and hauled up on the DAP Hawk’s collective, pouring every trick she had into gaining max climb rate.
“What?” Tim asked from beside her.
She ignored him.
“You want stupid frickin’ Hollywood? Fine, I’ll give you stupid frickin’ Hollywood!”
Tim, being a good copilot and a wise husband, kept his mouth shut.
The helicopters were a problem, but the jets were a disaster. They could move at Mach 2 and maneuver better than a BMW Mini. Even the DAP Hawk could only go one-fifth the speed of a Sukhoi.
“Okay, folks,” she got on the general frequency. “It is time to do what we do so well. Flight level is one hundred feet,” though she kept climbing for all she was worth. “I want you to form up in a circle.”
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