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Holly had never ridden in a helicopter of the 160th SOAR before. The regiment was the elite helicopter team of the entire US military. Five years of an exceptional flying record in the regular forces might garner a pilot an invitation to try out for their two-year advanced training program.
The Black Hawk that Major Swift led them toward was, oddly, pure black.
No big white Army star. Even warning signs, usually painted in shocking yellow or red to get attention, were a dark gray. Nothing to catch the light. The 160th’s nickname was the Night Stalkers and they did fly mostly at night. Delivering SEALs and Delta Force teams where no one else could put them.
In broad daylight, they looked like dark, helicopter-shaped holes in the world.
Holly placed two fingers between her teeth to l
