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Chad did a full flail and twist as he hit the airstream and the crew chief’s laugh followed him down. To hell with her. He didn’t need a married Night Stalker crew chief, no matter how goddamn cute and red-headed she was. Not when Tanya Zimmer was falling through the sky ahead of him.
He finally managed to get his rifle stowed securely enough for a drop. By the time he stabilized his flight and shifted his NVGs into place, he’d fallen an extra eight seconds and was gonna be stuck a thousand feet below the team for the rest of the flight.
He popped his chute and grunted as the leg straps caught him sharply in the balls—not enough attention to adjusting them properly. He and his balls had been busy thinking about other things.
It was only the autonomic skills pounded into his skull by
