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They were less than half a mile from the garrison’s front gate when a helicopter lifted over the HESCO barrier.
“Holy s**t!” Andi’s curse burst forth before she could stop it. She’d never faced this helicopter before, but she knew everything that the US Army knew about it. It had been a part of her training as a pilot for the 160th Night Stalkers, back when she’d still been qualified to fly.
The Mil Mi-28 Havoc was one of the nastiest looking helicopters in the sky.
Painted in the Russian mottled bands of dark green, light green, and gray, it was ten tons of lean, mean, gunship machine. It had a chin-mounted 30 mm cannon. And winglets to either side, which sported four rocket pods. Each side had an eight-pack of S-8 rockets capable of delivering three inches of hell up to two miles
