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Billy had already been soaring aloft when he plugged in and took over his simulated aircraft.
The RQ-170 Sentinel drone floated along comfortably at sixty-thousand feet, three miles above the A-10 Thunderbolt II’s service ceiling. From up here he could see from New Orleans to Tampa, The Florida panhandle and Eglin to the north, and the vast sweep of the Gulf below and to the south.
Felt as if he could see the whole world.
He could also see—
“Flight, this is Poet. Three A-10s cruising southwest out of Eglin. Range one-five-zero miles. Altitude twenty thousand.”
Toucan, who’d been circling as scout farthest to the east, turned and began racing in their direction as fast as his Reaper drone would allow.
This was too easy.
They had altitude and surprise on their sides.
Three Hellfi
