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They clambered aboard the Black Hawk. Gibson stayed down to guide the sling over the bomb and hook on the attachment points. He climbed back up the fast rope more quickly than the most agile squirrel. As if the devil himself was on his tail. Or a nuclear bomb.
The major called out, “Ten minutes.” And laid down the hammer.
Connie sat in the left front seat. She could look between the seats and see John’s back, his hands tight on the handles of the Minigun. Colonel Gibson would be sitting directly behind her in Connie’s normal seat, also covering the side and rear with her weapon.
Gerta sat in the cargo bay with the other D-boy. Behind the cargo net lay Clay’s body, forgotten for now.
Connie returned her attention forward, letting her hands ride lightly on the controls. Getting the f
