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“Where did you get that?” Major Jon Swift couldn’t look away from the sleek little bizjet that had landed hot on their tail. It had pulled up close while he and Captain Wu were still eating the dust of the departing Janet Airlines C-12 Huron.
“Nicked it, mate.” Holly was first off the plane. “It was just sitting there at the airport, lonely as could be, so we decided to take her home. We’re thinking of naming her Betsy.”
“We are?” Jeremy trotted up beside her toting his monstrous field pack. “I never heard that. I think a better name would be like The Millennium Falcon or a Viper Mk II. You know, like in Battlestar Galactica. Oh wait, those are all gunships. But Betsy? Really? Oh, wait. I Will Fear No Evil? I guess that’s kind of cool, though I don’t get why anyone would name an airpl
