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Beale ran Vengeance up the throat of a fjord along Sweden’s southern border with Norway. It narrowed on both sides, rising in sheer cliffs of jagged gray rock.
Connie watched astern in the dual vision her helmet afforded. In the infrared view displayed by ADAS across the inside of her visor, she could see Viper in tight formation, two rotors back and off to the side.
Beyond the visor, the outside world was all darkness. Inside the Hawk, she could see the four Swedish Special Operation Group operators dressed in white and dead-branch camouflage. Their weapons were painted white, except for the blue stocks that indicated they were loaded with nonlethal training rounds.
The SOGs were watching through the visors of their borrowed ADAS helmets. They were being fed the view only, as the t
