Danielle was turning for her Chinook when she spotted a change that she’d missed earlier. Tucked close beside the hangar was a white shipping container with a set of radio antennas on the roof, big ones. Two women came out the door and then carefully closed and locked it behind them.
She recognized the voice of one of them as they approached across the grass that grew thick alongside the pavement.
“Pete,” Danielle called just loudly enough to get his attention, but not the other crew members who were even now tucking the helos back into the hangar.
The two women had drawn close by the time Pete reached her side. Was he aware that he was standing as close to her as Connie and Big John usually stood, as the couples of the 5D had stood? No, because if he was, he would have shied off as he’
