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Colonel Arturo Campos still didn’t know what to make of Miranda Chase, except that the woman was a total lunatic.
The CH-47F Chinook he’d called for from the base had lowered a cargo cable with a four-point lifting harness already hung. They’d picked his A-10 less than ten feet above the desert when Miranda called out for them to hover in place. Near the massive twin-rotor helicopter’s load limits, that was a hard thing to do. A hover took much more power than maintaining altitude with forward motion.
While the pilots struggled to hover stably, Chase walked directly underneath the dangling A-10 before he could grab her.
His shout to warn her of the danger was drowned out by the sound of the pounding rotor blades.
The Jeremy kid looked up as he hesitated for a long moment—then rushe
