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In the rear of the Huey, Pope clipped a cord to the safety harness around his waist.
Lim glanced over her shoulder. He tugged on the line and gave her the thumbs up. As she brought the chopper in low, the Australian peered over the edge at the long white truck. It sped across the desert below, a tail of sand billowing and thinning a half-mile in its wake.
Pope gripped the line, fixed inside the doorway at head height to a winch. He hopped out of the cabin and landed on the skid below.
With Lim dropping the chopper to fly alongside the truck, Pope stepped off the skid and let out the line until he hung level with the cab door. He swung in the wind as Lim drifted right in the Huey. The swing took him as far as the driver-side door. He grabbed the large wing mirror and held himself ste
