Previously, in Stormbreak: Mac, Bird, and Xena are slotted for special training involving flying a helicopter into a tropical storm…

Mac watched out toward the whipping bushes and scattered palms. So, this was the tropics. Everything thrashed in the petulant wind, even the material of the canvas tent he stood in. Mac didn't know hurricanes; he was Colorado born and bred. But he was pretty sure this tent would prove a weak shelter in the approaching storm.

Black, he thought. The whole eastern horizon glowered at him, angry, fidgeting, just looking for someone to smash into the earth, or maybe erase from its surface.

"Damn it, Stalker, you are pissing me off! Get over here and get your head in the game!"

Okay, so the storm looked menaci...

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