Wait Until Dark (excerpt)
Sergeant Connie Davis felt the metallic stutter before she heard it. It broke the rhythm of the music that usually floated in the background of her thoughts when flying.
She began counting seconds… four, five. Again.
A third time to be sure.
“Major?” she called on the Black Hawk helicopter’s intercom.
“What!” Major Emily Beale’s voice made it damn clear that whatever Connie wanted had better be more important than the firefight going on all around them.
The copilot and the other crew chief, Staff Sergeant John Wallace, kept their silence. It surprised Connie that she’d heard it before Big John. He was the most amazing mechanic she’d ever met.
“We have,” Connie estimated quickly, “about five minutes until lift failure. We’re losing a main blade.” And without
