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Uncle Bill worked an array of decryption equipment while the helicopter was in flight. He looked like an airline pilot, or perhaps an astronaut, working multiple systems at once. He keyed his mic and turned towards the cockpit, “Hey, can we get these two on the comm, please?” The noise from the Huey would have been deafening without the noise cancelling headsets.
A moment later, Jana and Cade’s headsets lit up with military radio chatter.
“Cade,” said Bill, “what’s this?” inviting him to lean over.
While the two of them engaged in a technical conversation about decrypting the data, Jana listened to the radio chatter in her headset. She could hear communication from the F-18s, currently off their starboard side. Strangely, she had never felt this safe. Looking out the port side windo
