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Denise felt about as useful as a bump on a… rotor blade. She was glad she hadn’t found a way to sabotage the guns, though she’d felt awful while mounting them on her precious helo’s frame.
If this was the home team working under the scope of the third contract, she could afford to relax. She’d been trying to scheme a way to break the helo without getting them both killed.
Now it sounded like if she appeared completely cowed for a while, they’d be fine. There were a hundred questions she wanted to ask Vern, twice that many ideas of why their helo had been painted presidential blue and what might be going on, but he’d already made it clear that they were to keep chatter to a minimum.
For lack of any other way to look useful, she rested her hands on her set of flight controls and took
