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“Who’s been messing with my Hawk?” John stormed into the chow tent looking big and very bad. He waved a logbook over his head. “When I find the mother, I’m gonna crush his head between these two hands.”
He held them out like weapons. They were each the size of Kee’s head.
He slammed the Hawk’s maintenance logbook down on the table.
“This you, Smith?” He didn’t open the pages. She held up both hands in innocence.
John glared at Archie, then headed over to confront Major Henderson’s mechanic. Dusty James was freshly returned from surfing off Australia with the ocean-bleached hair to prove it.
Kee glanced around and spotted Connie Davis, calm as could be, working her way down the chow line, getting her breakfast.
“John!” Kee called him back.
He ground around in place like an Abrams
