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“This is Colonel Arturo Campos. Report to base. Do not attempt to leave your helo.”
He didn’t know if he’d ever been so mad in his life. It was all he could do to hold his radio without crushing it in his fist—even if it was military grade.
“A Security Forces team will arrive to keep you confined. If you make any adjustments or changes to your aircraft other than shutting it down before I arrive, I’ll have you all in Leavenworth so fast that your heads will spin.”
He let go of the transmit key on his radio before he said what he was really thinking.
Arturo had risked his life to save that plane. He’d ridden her right down to the dirt before kicking free. Ejecting, his first time, at five thousand feet as a SAM missile had taken out his plane had given him a bad case of the shakes.
