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Carly was asleep under a blanket, lying in the back of the Firehawk cargo bay. She’d been exhausted by orchestrating the firefight all day and the intensity of the crossover meeting. Still, she’d managed to stay up with Steve until he’d completed the first passes over the terrorist camp.
Now Henderson and Kee were sitting with Steve in the Firehawk. Beale and Jeannie were asleep somewhere, probably in the barn. They had to pilot tomorrow, at least Beale did.
A repair crew had shown up to look at the tiny MD. If Steve leaned out of the Firehawk, he’d be able to see their work lights as they removed broken pieces and inspected the rear rotor’s drive system for other damage. Jeannie would be going nuts if they didn’t have it fixed by morning.
He had the best overlay image he’d been abl
