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“Incoming!”
Her shout had Rafe slamming the controls in a hard evasion to the north. “Where?”
“Downriver. Range two thousand meters, minus.”
As he twisted the helo around and plunged toward the trees, the side view opened to the east. They’d overflown somebody who now was very unhappy about their return.
“I’m guessing that we finally found what we’re looking for,” Zoe spoke up.
“I’m so thrilled,” Altman tone was impossibly drier than usual as he actually teased her back. There was no time to be surprised.
Nikita could see whatever was coming at them still burning fuel against the dark clouds. And it turned!
Not an RPG—rocket propelled grenades didn’t have guidance systems. This was a guided munition of some sort, but not a SAM. Surface-to-air missiles were generally supersonic a
