Chapter Nineteen
“Got a hit!”
The call jolted Gordon out of his lethargy. Over the last forty-eight hours they had narrowed the fire by half. The teams knew their roles so well that managing the fire was almost easy. MHA’s pilots were all so experienced that they only required the vaguest of directions to mount an attack. And the ground teams must be killing themselves for the miracles they pulled off. Hundreds of reinforcements had been sent in, but still Gordon hadn’t dared to let them tackle the eastern fire.
At least that side of the fire was distinctly less vigorous. So far, the forward team had found all except two of the thermite booby traps. Now that they knew what to look for, Steve’s drone easily picked out the two hard flare-ups that had relaunched that side of the fire. But
