Chinook (excerpt)
Prologue
Six months ago
Outside the dying AC-130J Ghostrider gunship, two men with parachutes were falling toward life.
Inside there was only death.
US Air Force Colonel Vicki “Taser” Cortez stared at the inside of the jump door she had just closed, blocking her own escape.
Except she wasn’t any of those things anymore.
If she set foot back on US soil, she’d be stripped of rank; court-martialed along with every other person on this plane. Too guilty to ever plea bargain a lesser sentence. Leavenworth for life. For what this crew had done, they might bring back the firing squad.
The sick joke was, she wasn’t even Vicki Cortez. That was just the name on the identity papers her mother had bought when they’d slipped across the Mexican border a lifetime ago. A name she
