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Billy clicked off and continued to swear quietly, his expletives getting more colorful and imaginative as he went. She’d have to remember a few of them. They were creative and perhaps anatomically possible if enough force was applied.
Trisha kept her attention on her flying and the other helos around her. The Black Hawk and two Sea Hawks with the hostages reported feet wet. The hostages would be aboard the Harry S. Truman within twenty minutes and calling home. The news would be global by morning.
Their own flight, which had stopped at the FARP only long enough to refuel and then destroy the equipment, still had forty minutes of flight to reach the Peleliu.
“You know…” Billy sounded angry enough to damage her bird with his fists. “The instant they hear about us grabbing all of the h
