They settled to ground in a remote corner of Fort Rucker Army Airfield an hour before sunrise. It was the absolute center of all Army heli-aviation training.
The four helicopters of their flight clustered at the far end of the otherwise empty Ech Army Stagefield Heliport.
Pete stripped off his helmet and went blind. All of the information that had been feeding into his visor—flight data, engine status, tactical overlay, night-vision territorial view—was gone and now he was sitting in the dark.
He slumped in the seat and closed his eyes. Two days in Tibet, a day in transit, and an eight-hour graduation test flight. The exhaustion was past palpable and actually made him nauseous.
“Someone has it in for me.”
“Who might that be?” Danielle asked in that lovely French ripple of hers. He cou
