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It was eleven p.m. local time when they tracked the 757’s pilots down.
The crash had been at seven a.m., while Andi had been flying the test of the second S-97 Raider last night in Nevada. Except now it was noon there.
No wonder she was too tired to stand.
The two pilots looked little better than Andi felt herself. They weren’t bunked down; they were sitting in the back corner of the mostly shuttered DFAC. Only one cook was needed to serve all the needs of the overnight shifts, and none of them were in the dining facility at the moment.
The poor airman who’d pulled the graveyard line duty was thrilled to make them a quick sandwich. Mike split his turkey on rye with her but he got them both their own oatmeal cookies and hot chocolates.
At their introduction, the two pilots barely b
