Chapter 57

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Colonel Blake McGrady glared down at the steel table and could only rub his forehead. The HMX-1 hangar was buzzing with the second shift change since he’d declared the lockdown. Spread across the table was every single emergency air generator from all three models of the White Side aircraft: the retiring VH-3D Sea Kings and VH-60N White Hawks, and the new VH-92A Superhawks, including the ones he’d flown during the President’s recent tour. He waved everyone away except for his crew chief. “Are you sure, Whalen?” “Yes sir,” his crew chief answered with no question in his tone. “We confirmed it with the manufacturer’s rep. There’s nothing nonstandard in any of these units. They’re absolutely what they claim to be. We even fired one from each class of aircraft and they behaved exactly per

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