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Miranda barely recognized Mike and Jeremy as they disembarked from the C-21 Learjet that had returned them to Tacoma Narrows Airport.
Jon had waited until they’d been rescued and checked out medically. Then he’d brought them home himself.
She and Holly had been returned from JBLM only minutes before the others landed. Together they’d waited outside their hangar in the cool, rising-dawn light. Soon the sun would clear the towering Cascades, but for now the sky was shot with reds and golds. Even the icy beacon of the glaciers atop Mount Rainier weren’t lit yet.
The air was still, the dead calm of sunrise so typical of the Pacific Northwest. Often dawn and dusk were the only truly calm times of day here.
Hearing what to expect was one thing, but seeing it was much worse.
Jeremy had a
