Chapter ThreePenny was still puzzling over Barry’s sudden chattiness when she spotted it.
Flight status.
Battlesp—
“Vince!” Her call was all that was necessary.
Vince carved a turn for the heart of the battle before the official call came in. Full up on the collective, Black Hawk’s nose down for maximum speed.
“Little Bird down. Little Bird down,” sounded over the radio in that perfect flat voice that battle commanders always had. “Sector Alpha. Three. Fiver.”—the “-er” making the number clearer over the radios.
On the battlespace display, Penny had seen the tiny attack helicopter stumble in midflight. It was like it had tripped on something hard.
The problem with CSAR holding safely at ninety seconds outside the battlespace was that they were ninety seconds outside the battlespace.
