“Got you in sight, buddy,” Hank called down as the Sherpa C-23 jump plane buzzed by over the valley.
“Still look like the ridge is the place?” Tim handed up some more tools to Macy, willing her fingers to move faster—not that they probably could have. The girl…the woman was putting on some serious hustle; competence rolled off her in waves. Exactly what he’d expect from Macy.
“Ridge is definitely our best shot, but you weren’t kidding about we need to hurry. We’re jumping now. You better get Macy’s bird out of there and fast.”
“Can’t rush perfection,” Macy called down to him from where she was working.
He didn’t pass on the comment.
Tim eyed the valley wall. He didn’t want to leave Macy’s side until she was airborne, but it was going to take a good half hour to climb out of here and g
