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The Gulfstream burst out into the midday sunlight.
Melissa felt as if she’d been reborn.
She could practically feel the shards of her past self falling away, tumbling slowly down toward the jungle.
And she looked over at Richie, he was side-lit by the sun streaming into the cockpit.
He looked magnificent. Nerd, genius, warrior, and jet pilot. No one else could have jumped from a sixty-year-old turboprop to a ten-year-old jet and gotten them out alive.
Richie had saved her life. And the lives of the whole team. He was right; it was a matter of give-and-take and it felt amazing.
He was circling over the hole in the jungle. The fire had climbed up and burned away the canopy from both sides. The whole airfield was exposed to the sky.
She figured out the radio and called Agent Fred S
