2
It was still mid-afternoon by the time the short briefing ended and they were into the hangar. The soft rain had turned downright wet.
Jason had been searching for an excuse to talk to Kelsey Killaney since the moment she’d hit the pavement at the 5E’s compound. He found it when they stepped into the hangar.
“Stealth, ma’am. Every last bird.” Their big Chinook, two DAP Hawks—Black Hawks turned into the world’s most advanced gun platforms, and two Little Birds. The last wouldn’t be on this mission, and the crews hadn’t been called.
“I see that,” she sounded a little breathless. “I’ve simply never heard of them.”
“Must admit that we like it that way.”
“It explains how,” she looked at him puzzled for a moment, as if surprised to find herself talking to him. “How you do what you do.”
