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Master Sergeant Pierre Jones had been sitting on the hospital’s roof trying to figure out how his life had gotten so much more complicated than it had been this morning.
He’d started the day off looking forward to a series of tests on their new aircraft. Any airtime was good time as far as he was concerned. And that had been before he’d remembered he’d be flying those hours sitting beside Tech Sergeant Rosa Cruz. Beautiful, funny, and all-Christ competent.
Finding out that their unit commander was in on it just made the whole thing the shits. Then all the rest…
Right about the time he’d decided he’d just sit there on the hospital roof helipad until he turned into mulch, a medical crew had raced out from the elevator and shooed him aside.
A landing Coast Guard Jayhawk had disgorged
