Chapter 6
Clint had kept his boys on the run all night. They’d started with a tactical debrief of last night’s mission—studying every move to see how it could have been improved. Then they’d fully serviced every piece of equipment they’d taken into the field. After that, he’d gotten them up on the deck for target practice.
The Peleliu was eight hundred feet long, an easy distance for a Ranger, but only if they kept in constant practice.
The Night Stalkers had their helos off the deck running their own exercise—precision shooting at small marker floats during low-level, high-speed passes. Clint set up a shooting range on the blacked out deck to rack up some night-scope practice. There was just enough roll on the ship that his Rangers had to compensate for the nine-tenths of second of tra
