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“It was a thing of beauty,” Vern admitted.
Victorious, they’d flown back to the Finca Rio n***o. No one had shot at them. Vern had deemed it inadvisable to land a shot-up, blue-and-white-painted Firehawk Oh-Three in front of the Joint Task Force 1-228th.
Henderson much have reached the same conclusion. The rest of the crew had come up in Firehawk Oh-One without needing to be called. They brought along selected items from Denise’s tool kit, service supplies, and ten gallons of gloss black paint. Again.
Once night had settled, the two tiny Night Stalker helicopters joined them, landing around the other side of the house and again upsetting the cows.
Introductions had gone around: Trisha—a red-haired fireball smaller than Denise; her husband—a big guy named Billy who was clearly a
