That was one thing she and Maggie had in common. Both of them had clawed their way to garnering respect in fields that were still male dominated. But Bailey had done so under extreme circumstances, propelling herself out into the elements, literally hanging by what Maggie considered a thread. Having watched her do that a few times, Maggie was convinced she had the less dangerous job of hunting killers.
Now Bailey was ready. She sidled up to the cabin door but she had put off changing out her flight helmet with ICS for her Seda swim helmet. Maggie knew she was waiting while her aircrew tried to assess the situation below. Once she switched out helmets she would no longer be able to communicate with them except through hand signals.
“No one’s responding,” Tommy Ellis, their copilot said. H
