Previously, in Stormbreak: The pilots are headed to Flatbed, Stormbreak's ocean-going base of operations…

Flatbed.

Holy crap.

It rolled gently in ten-foot waves, rain and spray washing over its wide rectangular surface. The Stormbreak logo displayed dead center on the deck, inside a yellow circle. A dozen helicopters clung to that deck, all facing inward, tail booms over water. With the waves crashing against the lower superstructure, sometimes against the deck itself, Mac marveled that half those aircraft hadn't been washed into the sea.

He stood behind Peekaboo's pilot's seat, tightly clasping overhead handholds in his fresh black flight suit. Everything fit. Everything. Even the boots he'd found at the bottom of that trunk. God, who pre...

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