CHAPTER 65
“The plane is down.”
“Down?”
Major Jim Browning looked at his hands. He’d always loved flying, especially for the Night Stalkers. Special Operations Forces needed the best transport, the very best and no questions asked. He’d flown Desert Storm, Somalia, Iraq, deep into “friendly” territory in Bulgaria and the Czech Republic. He’d delivered medicine, factory parts, explosives, and a myriad of Special Operations Forces teams just to name a few.
In all that time, he’d never downed a civilian aircraft. Not anywhere in the world, especially not on United States soil.
“Down hard, Mother.” The taste of bile rose in his throat and he fought it back down.
“Roger that. Well done.”
Didn’t feel it.
Terrorists were supposed to be caught and tried. Not that they hadn’t counter-attack
