Chapter ThreeChief Warrant Officer Dusty James was as furious as he thought only Amy could make him.
“That’s my wife back there,” he snarled at Lola Maloney, the commander of the 5th Battalion D Company. She was flying just five rotors ahead of him.
“It’s up to CSAR. Get off the air,” she snapped back.
“Combat Search and Rescue, my a*s,” he cursed at the radio, though without hitting transmit. Lola Maloney had flown CSAR before she went Night Stalkers, so she was biased in their favor.
It didn’t help in the slightest that she was right. And that he shouldn’t have risked the radio transmission even on an encrypted channel.
Already the spot where Amy had dropped off the tactical data feed on the inside of his visor was miles behind them, and the enemy in front of them couldn’t be allowe
