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Andi had flown several miles before she realized that Holly wasn’t behind her.
On the radar, there was a tiny blip that must be the Havoc. Even as Andi watched, the blip moved farther away—directly away!
That couldn’t be right.
Andi turned the Apache around.
The radar wasn’t nose- or belly-mounted like most helicopters; it was in a bubble dome that stuck up above the center of the main rotor. The sensitivity didn’t increase with her turn as it did on most helicopters, but it still made no sense.
The blip of the Mi-28 Havoc was flying directly toward Tiyas Airbase.
“What are you doing, Holly?” She couldn’t use the radio to ask. Even if they’d agreed on a frequency, the Russians would monitor it and scramble their defenses.
Andi raised herself as high as she could, barely enough t
