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The incident at Nashville would have been laughable if there hadn’t been so much upset.
The FedEx agent confronted Miranda as she cleared the edge of the Black Hawk’s slowing rotor blades.
“I need immediate permission to unload those packages. I need to get them on a new flight. But they say that I can’t unload them without your permission.”
Before she could tell him that they’d be released when her inspection was complete, an older man with a ridiculous black toupee stormed up.
“That…that…that plane,” he practically spit in her face. “It’s all their fault. You’re going to—”
Mike took him by the arm and tried to turn him aside. “Let’s go look at what happened.”
But the man wasn’t having anything to do with that and spun free to continue spewing out his frustration.
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