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Jeremy was the first out of his seat when the C-130J reached cruising altitude. He hurried forward to the section of the Airbus plane’s wing that the Coast Guard had flipped over, then chained in place at the front of the cargo bay.
“Look at those shear bolts,” he already had his camera out, had squatted down, and was blocking Miranda’s ability to see them. “I’ve never seen ones that actually sheared in flight before.”
Holly would have just nudged him aside with a knee to the ribs so that she and Miranda could see as well.
After he still didn’t move, Miranda tried nudging his ribs lightly with her own knee. He moved aside without even appearing to notice. He didn’t tumble aside as he would have when Holly did it; she must not have done it right. Holly had so many useful skills; she
