6/27/2023 0 Comments James patterson book the noise![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Aside from the two of them, she was alone in the large aircraft as it lumbered down the tarmac and took flight. She’d noted his fatigues bore no name badge or insignia of any kind same with the other pilot. She’d felt like a child as one of the pilots helped secure her with a double- banded belt, tugging it tight over her shoulders. After getting picked up at just after two in the morning from her apartment in San Francisco, she’d been shuttled to a C-1 transport plane at Yerba Buena Island, rushed from the Army sedan up the steps and into one of the jump seats on the port side of the aircraft. “They’re the smallest I have.” He’d apologized twice now.Īt only five foot one, Martha was no stranger to things not fitting, particularly when it came to military aircraft. The heavy thwack of the helicopter rotors were reduced to a rhythmic thump with the metallic breathing of her pilot amplified over the speakers. ![]() Even with the band adjusted to the smallest setting, they kept slipping down her forehead-she found herself holding them in place, alternating from her right hand to her left and back again whenever her arm got tired. ![]()
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