Chapter 23
Sam ran the winch and hauled the three of them upward to the lowered rear ramp of the hovering Super Stallion helicopter. As soon as they were clear of the containers, the ramp gunner called over the headset to his buddies flying the chopper.
“Get gone!”
The five-man crew didn’t need any more invitation than that. When Sam had called, they’d been preparing for a run from Marine Corps Air Facility Quantico, Virginia down to Hurlburt Field in western Florida for a little joint training with the Air Force. He’d barely had to pull in any favors at all to have them take a run at a North Korean ghost ship steaming south along the eastern seaboard.
And, as he’d planned, the great mass of the Super Stallion had daunted the North Koreans into inaction for the crucial sixty seconds th
