The first thing Miranda was aware of was the low drone of one…no, two Allison T-56 turboprop engines. So, she was on a C-2 Greyhound. The sound of four T-56s on a C-130 Hercules would be completely different. Even through the heavy earmuffs.
The second thing was that she was leaning on Andi’s shoulder. She had no trouble identifying that. They’d been together for less than a month, but its shape against her cheek was so distinctive that she could easily recreate it in 3D mapping software.
The third thing was a warm lump in her lap.
The dog!
She jolted upright and looked around.
She, Andi, and Sadie were in the front row seats to the starboard side of the Greyhound’s cabin. The two pilots sat only a few feet in front of them. To the port side sat Commander Susan Piazza. And behind her
