More of the Alaskan snow had melted off the crashed KC-46 Pegasus. Now it was mere patches spotted here and there across JBER’s runway.
Miranda stood with the rest of her team, looking down at the wing of the crashed aerial tanker. With her much smaller team.
smallerJeremy should be making some detailed observation and then discussing it far past relevance. Taz’s laugh would stop him and lighten the moment.
Instead, the four of them stood in a grim line and stared at it in silence.
“Well…shit.” Holly didn’t even toss in any of her broad Australian Strine.
“That’s what I said,” Andi commented.
“You nailed it, little sister.”
“Thurman Munson,” Mike said quietly.
“August 2nd, 1979,” Miranda agreed.
“Who was Thurman Munson?” Andi asked.
Mike raised his tablet and the QAR like a prete
