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OF SNAKES AND BLACK HAWKS
Australian S-70A-12 Black Hawk helicopter, call sign “Voodoo 12.” The Arabian Sea, seventeen nautical miles south-southwest of Kakapir, Pakistan.
“Keep her on the deck, mate. I don’t want to pop up on the Pak’s radar, if you know what I mean.”
“That’s a rog, Lieutenant,” the chopper pilot replied.
The lieutenant turned to the other eleven elite SAS operators huddled together in the cramped cabin, and spoke into the headset. “Listen up, mates. We’re four minutes out. So I’ve got just one question for you ladies. If you’re part of third squadron, Special Ops Command, based out of Garrison HQ, Campbell Barracks, Swanbourne, Australia, and flying in the dark of night at a hundred seventy miles an hour, fifty feet off the deck, and headed into harm’s way, what
