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“You ready for this, Jon?”
“No! Not as if I have any choice. Why did you even bother asking?”
Elayne registered the words as she woke up. But it took her a few moments to make sense of them.
She was still on the plane.
Careful testing proved that she was still tied down.
“Oh, man. I fell for that, didn’t I?” Major Jon Swift. She hadn’t noticed him earlier, but she recognized his voice from Fort Campbell, Kentucky. He must be the fourth crew member, the pilot. The noncombatant.
“You bought it hook, line, and sinker, mate,” Holly crowed.
Then her voice came closer.
Elayne still didn’t move, just letting her head hang forward. Her hair masking her face to either side.
“Okay, let’s wake her up.”
“Uh,” the engineer’s deep voice. “I brought knock-outs, not amphetamines.”
“How deep
