“This is crazy.” Sly meant to mutter it to himself two days later, but that didn’t work when you were wearing a helmet and were plugged into a comm circuit.
“What is? Everything looks okay here,” Dave was watching his engine readouts closely.
They were taking the LCAC out for a spin to check her engines after the latest tune-up. He also wanted some more practice running blind at night. For a load, he’d driven the three M-ATVs back aboard, an easy forty tons, about two-thirds capacity for the LCAC. Sly liked keeping his craft and his skills at a hundred percent capability.
The waves had built up a half-meter taller than the run to the Ivory Coast and the moon was still down. He had his running lights on, but kept the big floods off so that he could concentrate on the feel rather than the
