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Even though it was past midnight Pacific Time, no one had yet gotten any sleep on the flight from NAS Whidbey. Other than Andi, who had stayed in her bunk since they’d taken off eight hours ago. She hadn’t even moved through the refueling and crew change stop at RAF Mildenhall, northwest of London.
Miranda had asked, but there’d been little added information overnight about the Syrian crash of the Boeing 737 C-40B. Most of the official news had been about attempts to identify various remains, as if that was what was important. She did hope that they were recording the position and description of each body as at least that might contain some information relevant to the crash.
So, the team had gathered around the conference table to wait. All except Andi. Perhaps she’d been exhausted b
