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Together they raced south. When they were finally across the DMZ and once more over South Korea, Mickey started to breathe again, though not for long.
Once clear of the smoke, he could see that the afternoon sky had gone black with massive storm clouds. The wind was kicking at thirty to forty knots, which was a third of his Twin 212’s limits. It took them about ten extra minutes to reach the field at Yangyang.
They hit the concrete as Mark raced up in the white SUV. They filled him in quickly.
Mark nodded. “I’ll get the rest of our people pulled out. Tell them we’ve done all we could before the storm.”
Robin held up her wrist. She was wearing a men’s heavy silver watch that Mickey had never seen before.
“Not yet. We’re going back in,” Robin said. Mickey’s heart about stopped.
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