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Daniel Darlington had found another F/A-18 to launch Kara Moretti from New York. She arrived in Istanbul an hour ahead of them, and then they all bundled aboard a Eurocopter AS532 Cougar of the Turkish Air Force.
“Exercise,” Claudia had said, cutting off the others’ eagerness to explain the situation to Kara. “Sorry to pull you for this, but you know Army thinking.” Though there was no way they’d be overheard, she wasn’t going to risk it.
“It’s all good.” Kara pronounced it gud in her soft Brooklyn-Italian accent. “Carlo, he gets these ideas. This gave me an excuse, you know, to be nice about the fact that none of his ideas were ever gonna happen. And because he’s now this hotshot opera singer, he thinks I’m gonna fall for the same lines that didn’t work on me in high school. But he’
