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Until this moment, Taz hadn’t once thought about the two men who had died beside her in the rear of the crashing Ghostrider. Without question, she’d be dead if they hadn’t been there as buffers.
But there’d been nothing noble in what any of the three of them had done.
They’d hidden and cowered. She’d lived, they’d died. Simple, done.
What Mike hadn’t said was as clear as what he had. Night Stalkers didn’t quit; it just wasn’t in their makeup. Yet Andi had. Loss of confidence? Unlikely. But the alternative would explain her reaction to the arrayed Night Stalkers helos and her cautious question about MH-6M Little Birds being at the airshow—PTSD.
Yes, that fit Andi as clearly as the ASD fit Miranda. Again, she should have seen it sooner. Then she’d have been more careful about what sh
