Chapter FiveFocus, Dusty. Focus! You aren’t any good to her dead.
SOAR made its living in darkness and so close to the ground that no other pilot would risk the same route, not even in broad daylight. It took immense concentration, a highly trained light touch on the controls, and lightning fast reflexes. He wasn’t having any trouble with the latter two.
The first was being a real issue.
CSAR had arrived on the scene behind them. They reported one dead truck, one dead helo burned past recognition, and one dead enemy soldier, still clutching his rifle, bled out in the middle of the road halfway between the two.
The cockpit of the helo only had one body in it, they thought, but it was impossible to tell for sure. No way at all to tell if it was Bernie or Amy.
No other sign.
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