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CLIPPED SILENCE
Yellowstone Airport, West Yellowstone, Montana
The tires on the Gulfstream barked onto the single runway of the remote Yellowstone Airport. FBI Hostage-Rescue Team operators burst from the cabin in a sprint toward two Bell UH-1 Huey helicopters, both with rotors thumping. Kyle and Cade stepped off the plane and stared at the choppers as they lifted off and headed in separate directions.
“Come on,” Kyle said as he shouldered the sniper rifle given to him by HRT. “Let’s hit that ranger station over there.”
The pair jogged toward an old log cabin nestled underneath fir trees at the edge of the runway. A female park ranger stood on the porch and leaned against a wooden post. The absence of makeup added to her rugged beauty.
“Is it true?” she said.
“Every bit of it,” K
