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The laugh over Sly’s headset was as brief as it was unique.
“You’ve got a sick idea of fun, Ham.”
But it wasn’t Ham’s laugh.
Sly had never put down on a deck when a ship was as breezed up as the Steadfast was doing. This was gonna be savage.
He briefly wondered if the nameless woman in the bar danced. He sure hoped so. She’d be something to watch.
And she’d have a laugh like…
“Ha!”
“What?”
“Nothing, Ham. Tell you the joke later.
Green baton pointed to the left, the deck crewman—the nameless bar girl, new to town, USCG new to the Steadfast (damn but that was really funny)—began waving him inboard with the red.
He shuffled over until the yellow stripe was dead ahead. The problem—that the H at the center of the helipad was rockin’ and rollin’—was the baton wielder’s problem.
Fo
