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He and Noreen hit the ground running before the CSAR bird had fully settled on its wheels.
Barry was first on site, and wished he wasn’t. The MH-6M Little Bird, nicknamed the Killer Egg for all the weapons it carried, was little more than a Plexiglass bubble barely big enough for the pilot and copilot. The tiny backseat had been filled with the big ammunition cans for their side guns. Engine behind, rotor above, two skids and a tail boom: that’s all there was to it.
Two things had saved the pilots’ lives. The nose had plowed into the blown-loose dirt around a crater made during some previous training, and their ammo cans were empty—light-based scoring weapons had been mounted in place of the heavy guns. If the cans had been full, a quarter-ton of ammunition would ha
