Danielle had the lead toward the new hangar; perhaps a bit too overeager to see what was parked inside there.
So, she tried to slow down and look casually around. Ech Stagefield was like a dozen other practice fields, except this one was buried in trees and no other piece of Fort Rucker was close by. Only a narrow dirt road led from the sad office building toward the main fort.
And then the hangar. It could hold a half dozen helos, but she’d wager there were just four. Chinook, Black Hawk, and two Little Birds—had to be or their crew wouldn’t fit.
That meant there was something extra special about these. Latest models? Some crazy tech mods—which would mean more training? Unheard of weapons? Or—
That’s when the events of the last few minutes caught up with her and her foot caught on som
