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“I’m noticing that we’re doing a whole lot of standing here and watching planes leaving without us being on them.” Quint noted that the pretty little Learjet had departed even faster than the massive C-17 Globemaster III.
“It is becoming a thing, isn’t it?” Holly nudged his shoulder. “Thanks for the help.”
“Piss-easy. He weighed less than a wallaroo.” At Holly’s signal, Quint had tossed the still twitching Major Jon Swift over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry and dumped him in one of the Lear’s passenger seats.
“Still. Owe you.”
“s**t, woman. Still owe you a life even if you don’t want to hear nothing about it. Anyway, got me a question.” He had about a thousand. Starting with just what was up with Miranda and Andi? A third of the NTSB team was out of commission without anyone to
