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Shannon didn’t understand. To be fair, she probably would have if he’d confided in her, but how do you tell your wife that not actually having to be eight thousand miles away from her makes you sad? “Honey, this coming home at night in between war fighting is about to make me crazy.” That was the lamest of all lames. He would suck it up, kill who needed to be killed, and then replace the water heater — or whatever stupid shit happened to break around the house — and he’d be happy about it.

He unlocked his car, feeling the blast of superheated air roll out when he opened the door. This Nevada heat was killing his new Passat. He’d bought it with the retention bonus the Air Force gave him to keep him from jumping ship. He knew guys that were making double his O-3 salary flying for private contractors in the same facilities at Creech.

He waited a few seconds so the car would cool down to what the twins called “subvolcanic,” and then threw the flimsy plastic bag onto the passenger-side floor. This shift was 0700 to 1900, the most volcanic part of the day. Hopefully the balloons wouldn’t melt into a ball of goo in the parking lot. Balloons. He started the car and backed out, shaking his head. Who gave a shit about balloons, anyway? Hyatt was suddenly sorry for the internal fit of anger. He’d schedule a meeting with the chaplain as soon as he arrived on base. One part minister and two parts listening ear, Captain Willis was a godsend when it came to negotiating the dynamic of war fighting and yardwork.

Traffic seemed lighter this morning — which was weird, because it was the same group that went into shift every day. No one lived on Creech — less affectionately known as Crotch — so the cars coming from North Las Vegas to Indian Springs formed a slow-moving line that stretched for two miles from the gate.

Hyatt parked, leaving his window cracked to protect the balloons, and then, having second thoughts, returned to get the bag and took them inside with him. He wrote himself a note on the palm of his hand so he wouldn’t forget to grab them at the end of shift.

His workspace, like those of the five hundred other drone pilots flying from Creech, was a desert-tan air-conditioned trailer tucked in with dozens of other air-conditioned trailers. A sign on the metal door said You Ain’t in Kansas Anymore, reminding all who entered that they were operating in a theater more than seven thousand miles away when they sat at their consoles.

He wore a flight suit — a bag, they called it — and a green David Clark headset, and sat in the left of two beige leatherette seats in front of six screens and video monitors that displayed the specifics of his MQ-9 Reaper UAV, located over Helmand Province in Afghanistan at that precise moment. The cameras offered Hyatt a remarkably clear view of the target from twelve thousand feet.

Sensor Operator Staff Sergeant Ray Deatherage sat in the right seat. The workstations were remarkably similar, but where Hyatt flew the aircraft and fired the missiles, Deatherage’s job was to operate the onboard cameras and fix the laser on target to provide the missiles with an aiming point. The irony of his name was not lost, but the CO expressly ordered that no one was to refer to him as Death Rage, or Death Ray Deatherage, his skill with the laser targeting system notwithstanding.

The new guy was there, too, sitting in the back of the cramped trailer with his embossed leather notebook that said Oreo on the front — like the damned cookie. It was a weird cover for a CIA drone guy, but whatever. Hyatt got paid to fly the Reaper, not second-guess the intel weenies. The movies always made the spooks out to be more sinister somehow than the military, but they were just people. Weird bastards to be sure, but still just people. Brian, if that was even his real name, had been with them ever since Hyatt had sent up a report on Faisal al-Zamil’s location. Brian seemed like a nice enough guy, even with his Connecticut accent. But Hyatt knew he was there for only one reason.

A cell-phone number belonging to one of Zamil’s wives had been pinging off a tower near Nad Ali for the past month. Hyatt and another MQ-9 had taken turns loitering for days above the compound believed to be her residence. At twelve thousand feet, the woman never even knew they were there. Hyatt thought it weird that he, Deatherage, Brian, and the other Reaper crew were probably six of maybe eight or nine men in the world who saw her without her veil. They watched her hang out her laundry, shake her fist at the kids, or hustle out to the car to go to the market, always escorted by three dudes who were not Zamil, damn it. Sometimes, though, she went to another house some six klicks away. It was thin, but higher thought it worth the time and effort. Zamil was a known supplier of weapons to ISIS, and as such, the high-value target du jour. And this was their only real lead.

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