“The dispatcher’s voice on the radio was all studied nonchalance. That was the Marine Corp for you. Sergeant Dane Roberts figured an announcement of the apocalypse wouldn’t generate much more concern, but that was okay. His crash unit had this handled. The fighter jet streaked towards the runway, smoke and flames trailing from the right-hand engine. Yeah. Incoming was an understatement. The jet screamed closer, the engines laboring. If the plane’s nose cleared the landing strip, he’d personally ...buy the pilot a lottery ticket. The co-pilot’s seat had ejected, so Dane wasn’t the only one who had his doubts about how this particular landing was going to play out. “Here comes tonight’s first customer.” Riding shotgun, Clint wrapped his hands around the turret grips. He leaned forward, blue eyes intent on the accident unfolding in front of them. Even in civvies, Clint looked military. Big and broad-shouldered, with his hair buzzed close to his scalp, he seemed tough as shit.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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