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“It’s here,” Taz pointed at the sky as they were deplaning. The 767 freighter only had a small crew door that even Taz had to duck a foot to clear. She and Miranda were first out onto the metal stairs.
Miranda shaded her eyes against the late afternoon sun. “How can you be sure?”
She pointed to the two diamonds of jets launching off the end of the runway.
Miranda squinted, “Four Taiwan-built IDF fighter jets in the first group. Four American F-16s in the second.”
“Yes, they’re the F-16As, upgraded to Vs, because that’s all we could sell them before the PRC threatened violence if we sold them more jets. But they’re all on full afterburners. They’re headed somewhere in a hurry. I’m guessing that would be Ru’s J-20 scaring the crap out of them.” They turned to watch them as they disap
