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Miranda inspected the hinge points of the cargo ramp door.
The roughly eight-foot square ramp had survived the explosion and its subsequent flight over their heads mostly intact. The underside hadn’t been exposed to the heat for long enough to do more than scorch the paint. The hinges were designed to take a vertical downward load, not an explosive upward load.
She pulled out her camera and photographed the catastrophic stress fractures, before carefully noting her observations in her notebook with sketches.
A light touch on her arm caused her to jolt. No one except Holly typically touched her. And definitely not lightly.
The colonel withdrew his hand. It was a good hand. Rough with hard work. Perhaps hard workouts—he was a colonel after all. She liked observing hands…as long as th
