A kid? Gone fetal, wearing the white broadcloth of a poor villager, and less than five feet away. Five feet up, the Hawk’s blades roared as they dug in and the wheels touched perfectly.
The Hawk twisted on its tail again and slammed downward. “A single perp, plus one rotor, curled up, not spread-eagled.” A spread-eagled stance, whether standing or prone, would indicate someone trying to steady themselves if directing a weapon. Four bodies, maybe five, buncha pieces, hard to tell. There, she could see where she’d set off the secondary explosion by nailing the shooters. Kee caught only a bit of side glow from the fire. If the Professor was seriously good, he’d fly exactly over the burning Jeep so that the flames didn’t zap his gunners’ night vision. Leaning out her side shooting window, Kee scanned for any other nasties. She flipped the night-vision binoculars down in front of her visor. Turned around hard, the Hawk tipped nose down and roared back the way they’d come. Despite the warning, no way two years of training flights had prepared her for that move. If her eyes could have bugged out of her head, they would have. Her gut slammed one way as her body slammed the other. She didn’t have any choice, harnessed in and hands clamped on the gun.
With a hard snap the helicopter leveled out and pummeled away from the site nose down. Good call having the other crew chief check it out. Yup, her own vision would be shot for another thirty seconds at least. Moments ago the mountain night was covered with sheets of glittering stars. So, she’d watch the night sky for unfriendlies until landscape came back into view. Though the Black Hawk laid so far over onto its right side that even aiming low, Kee could only see night sky. One circle at hard g’s, jamming her down into her seat. Not blinded by rocket launches and muzzle glare.
Three seconds later she nailed something that didn’t appreciate it and their hideout disappeared in the glare of another explosion.Īrchie slammed the Hawk over and circled the other way.įor a second Kee felt the fighting heat rise. In the first second, the only man still standing was pinned to a boulder by her fire¸ the RPG launcher flailing out of control as the bullets tore him apart. Reloaded and headed back onto his shoulder. There, visible now that they’d come around, three men down and bloody, and a fourth with a launcher. She could feel the heat blast on her face as they practically flew through the rising flames. Kee slapped the night vision aside as the Jeep’s gasoline tank set off a secondary plume, bathing the area in blinding light.
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