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- Herausgeber: Buchman Bookworks, Inc.
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
-a Night Stalkers 5E romance story- No one gets shot down during a training mission. Except Chief Warrant Officers Debbie Rosenthal and Silvan Exeter. Their Little Bird helicopter plummets toward the North Sea during a Force 9 severe gale. With no hope in sight, they must struggle together to survive Flying Over the Waves.
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Flying Over the Waves
M. L. Buchman
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
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Chapter 1
“Since when do people get shot down on training missions?”
“At the moment I’m more worried about the North Sea,” her copilot shot back.
Night Stalkers Chief Warrant 3 Debbie Rosenthal decided that he had a point.
Tonight the North Sea was being thrashed by a mid-December Force 9 severe gale—that felt like a Force 12 hurricane the way it shook her helicopter. It slammed them around in all three dimensions with the ease of a beach ball. Command had decided that gale force winds in the fifty mile-an-hour range was a good excuse for training.
Debbie hadn’t argued.
First off, Command wouldn’t care what a mere CW3 said any more than her father had. He’d disowned her the day she’d joined the Army rather than marrying a good Jewish boy.
Second, such an on-the-edge flight fit her own idea of a good skills freshener, well, other than being slammed about the sky. The Night Stalkers of the US Army’s 160th SOAR 5th Battalion E Company were tasked with flying their helicopters through every form of ugly and it was great practice—when they weren’t shooting at you.
When they weren’t supposed to be shooting at you.
From a thousand feet up, flying over the North Sea in the middle of the night had merely been a good ride. From a thousand feet up over freezing waves two-to-three stories tall, breaking in huge sheets of slashing spray—with no engine—it was far less amusing.
The external cameras were good enough to paint the picture across the inside of her visor in horrifying detail despite the darkness.
“Are you sure we were shot?” It was a dumb question, but it came out anyway.
Chief Warrant 2 Silvan Exeter just pointed at the hole in their windshield that was currently shooting a stream of cold rainwater between them. The radio and engine had vanished at the same moment as their engine. The miracle was that neither of them had been hurt.
The other Little Bird in their flight hadn’t been so lucky, but she couldn’t think about Junker and Tank at the moment.
