Chapter Fourteen
It was four a.m. before the MHA flight was cleared off the deck. The Chinese had made three more passes, or tried to.
And with each one, Ripley had felt smaller and more afraid. She knew it wasn’t unusual for foreign militaries to test themselves against American forces. She’d seen Iran and Russia both run jets close by American destroyers in the Persian Gulf. But three years out of the service, she’d lost that sense of assumed superiority that others around her showed. And the Chinese weren’t playing chicken with a destroyer, they were harassing an aircraft carrier, a ship so well protected that it never traveled anywhere without an entire destroyer group and air wing escort.
She held tight onto Gordon’s hand the entire time that they sat below decks watching the video
