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Just as they were turning away, Holly and Mike came up over the ridge by the howitzer barrel.
Jeff kept tugging at her hand, but Miranda stopped and waited for them to pack up their climbing equipment and join them.
Mike set the battered orange case of the CVDR, cockpit voice and data recorder, at her feet.
“What happened to it?” It was incredibly battered.
“You should have seen the tail it came out of.” Holly tapped the radio in Miranda’s vest. “Isn’t it on?”
It wasn’t. Yet another thing she’d missed. This was a very…confusing wreck. She took a deep breath and centered herself. Then she began her usual process of tapping all of the pockets on her vest. When she reached the radio, she sighed and turned it on. Lastly, she tapped her chest, then had to look down in surprise. Not eve
