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I don’t want to walk through the woods. But the idea of sitting here, with the windows surrounding us showing nothing but darkness…
“Is it safe?”
“Park ranger, remember?” Ethan lifts a brow as he reminds me of his profession.
Right.
I nod. “I guess if there’s anyone to crash in the mountains with, it’d be you.”
“Not a crash.”
Chapter 70
Ethan
Tilda is hummingto herself on the other side of the plane.
I helped her down, then she said she would reorganize the items in her tiny backpack so she could fit the sunglasses and the water bottle in it.
I told her I have a large backpack that can fit everything. But she insisted on helping.
I’ll take the bag from her later.
There’s a compartment in the rear of the plane that has my backpack, a few items of clothing, a handgun, a flare gun, and most importantly, a satellite phone.
I don’t know what the fuck happened to my plane, but her radio is of no use anymore.
There’s no cell service here, so my phone is also worthless, but before I power it down to save the battery, I pull up a contact I’ve never used before and type the number into the sat phone.
It rings twice.
“Who the hell is this?”
“Ethan Grant. Is this Stoleman?”
“I’m not great with names.”
I roll my eyes. “We met at Peaks Airport, west of Colorado Springs. You told me to call if I needed anything.”
The man on the other end of the line makes a humming sound. “Okay, ringing a bell. You the ranger?”
“Yeah.”
“And what is it that you need?”
“An extraction.”
“From a hot zone?”
He asks the question casually, and I lift a brow.
“From the Rockies. Had to put my plane down when the engine quit.”
“Well, shit. Damage?”
I sigh, looking at my poor wing. “Clipped a tree with my wing. Even if I had power and a runway, she’s not flying.”
“Bummer.” It’s kind of a dick thing to say, but Stoleman sounds sincere. “What’re you transporting?”
