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Once they’d decided on a basic attack plan, safety protocols, and done their preflight inspections, Robin got Firehawk Oh-One aloft and watched as the others climbed into the air beside her. All that remained at Yangyang field was Mark, Carly, Steve, and a white rental SUV. The North Korean and his South Korean escort were long gone into the terminal building, probably for a non-decadent nap.
“Wow!” Lola said from beside her. “I haven’t flown left seat since the last time I lofted as Emily’s copilot.”
“You flew with her? In the Night Stalkers?”
“Emily’s the best goddamn pilot on the planet.” Lola rode the controls lightly.
From a low hover, Robin could see the golf course tucked up tight against the airfield. It had a lot of water hazards and few trees, which made it ideal. She lea
