But Pete had kept watching for the attack that hadn’t materialized yet.
“Two o’clock high,” Danielle’s voice was a whisper against his ear. He’d been watching for it, but she’d spotted it first.
And then it was gone.
Once their sensors had a signal, it shouldn’t be able to disappear again like that. Unless…
“We’re not the only stealth craft here.”
Danielle slammed the controls backward on the Chinook, diving backward into the canyon that they had departed only moments before.
A slice of laser light, passing mere feet beyond their rotor tips, simulated an attack through the heart of the dust cloud they had just left behind.
“All craft,” he risked the radio. “Dance.”
“Dance?” McDermott asked over the intercom.
“Shut up, Cass,” Pete was enjoying himself. He shouldn’t be. He’d just be
