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After two decades at his side, Taz remained as still as the general, no matter how loudly her instincts said to run.
The AC-130J Super Hercules Ghostrider grew bigger alarmingly quickly. It must still be at full cruise speed of four hundred miles an hour—a mile every nine seconds.
Moving at over half the speed of sound, the roar of the propellers still hadn’t reached the waterfront. All around her, she could hear the merry laughter of people on holiday. The whining child who wanted another ice cream. The two girls with the massive boob jobs and too tight bikinis being so perfectly casual as they strolled along.
The Ghostrider passed between two parked cruise ships that were moored out beyond the breakwater. The massive ships towered several times its height.
It skipped. Planes were
