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Tim called Lola over after their second night at Desert One. Dawn was breaking with its achingly beautiful light, and its threat of blistering heat and brutally dry air within the hour.
One of the main problems with this part of any operation was staying sane. Boredom was killing her. There were only so many times you could check the dust seals on the aircraft. The entertainment of re-anchoring a camo net torn loose by the omnipresent wind waned after you’d done it enough times that you could do it in your sleep.
But she couldn’t settle, couldn’t sit down with any of the trashy novels they’d stowed away. Because while she was busy bitching about being bored in the middle of nowhere in the Iranian Lut Desert, six D-boys were still after something. Something nasty a hundred miles to th
