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Mei-Li’s hands itched to act.
Ru stood directly in front of the helicopter’s nose.
But when she asked, Captain Simeon informed her that the Chinook had no missiles to fire at him, no machine guns accessible from the pilot’s control.
Nothing with which to blow Uncle Ru off the face of the Earth.
But she dreamed of so much more than merely destroying Zhang Ru, so he must be allowed to live—for now.
“We’re a cargo helicopter, ma’am; the very best. However, our defense is three machine guns aft, but mostly the gunships we fly with.” He was patient and cheerful, though she was perhaps the hundredth person this morning to sit here and ask naive questions.
His patience allowed her to extend their conversation about his helicopter and his career. It also allowed her to observe the intera
