Chapter 3

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3 Except she wasn’t. Colonel Campos himself flew them out into the immense US Air Force training area of the Barry M. Goldwater Range. Almost three million acres of Sonoran desert was reserved for bombing and dogfight practice. It was bigger than the state of Connecticut. “We isolated the section with the area of the crash, so please try to ignore the other aircraft.” The significance of that statement didn’t become clear until the Huey UH-1N helicopter’s rotor had slowed to a stop. Racing close to the sparse desert grasses of the softly rolling terrain, attack jets appeared to be very busy. Far above, a pair of F-35A Lightning IIs were engaged in an intense mock air battle of hard maneuvers—at least Miranda hoped it was mock. In the distance, she saw a trio of HH-60G Pave Hawk rescue

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