Chapter TenOne of the Sukhoi fast movers came in fast and low, thinking the four helos spinning over the landscape like a psychotic, whirling dervish were an easy target.
Trisha fed it a Russian Vympel R-73 air-to-air missile from her KA-52’s spread of weaponry before it knew what was happening.
Dennis killed the first enemy Kamov attack helicopter, and Lola didn’t have time to spare to see what happened to the other three attack helos that came in low, but there was a hell of a lot of fire being exchanged in her peripheral vision—enough to light up the wide river valley in brilliant stroboscopic splashes that wreaked havoc on her helmet’s night-vision display.
Her real concern was up high and she kept climbing for the DAP Hawk’s service ceiling and to hell with the fuel reserve as she
