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“I swear to God, I thought they were messin’ with me, ma’am, when you turned on those lights. Telling me to land here? Look at me, I’m still shaking.” The pilot said as they ascended the plane’s rear cargo ramp.
He held out his left hand with the fingers spread wide and shook it like a leaf.
Then he raised a rock-steady right hand, “Thank God this is my flying hand.”
“I thought it took two hands to fly a C-130?”
“I’m so good I only need one.” He winked at her for some unfathomable reason.
Miranda tried to understand how someone could control both the wheel and the throttles simultaneously with only one hand.
Before she could ask, Holly had tugged her away from the pilot and led her up the ramp.
“What’s with the yellow hats, you all on the same team?” he called out after them.
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