Chapter 12
They’d had to refuel from the air again, despite the dangers.
Nika felt bad about that. The night before she’d run them far enough up the lone goat path that the helo couldn’t land beside them due to the slope. They’d tried restarting the engines, so that she could move down to the level beach. That effort had failed before the engines were even up to operating temperature—they ran the fuel tanks dry. Minutes. They’d made it out of the storm with just minutes to spare.
So, Captain Roberts’ big twin-rotor Chinook once again hovered overhead and dumped fuel down a dangling hose. At least this time they weren’t battling waves and the storm. The way the wind curled around the cape was giving the pilot some troubles, but he was a Night Stalker, so they managed.
Clint had been dec
