Unto the Breach by John Ringo

Author:John Ringo
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, azw3
Tags: Thrillers, Science Fiction, General, Action & Adventure, Fiction
ISBN: 9781416509400
Publisher: Baen
Published: 2006-11-28T00:00:00+00:00

Mike walked over to the Hind cockpit and waved in a friendly manner.

"Glad to see you ladies," Mike said. The pilots opened their canopies. He leaned up against the port side of the bird and grinned. "You said you couldn't fly one of these things. O ye of little faith!"

"This is very damned hairy, sir," Kacey replied, evenly. "This is high-skill flying, sir. I've got the skill but I don't have the time in the bird to feel really comfortable with it."

"Well, I'm comfortable with your skill, Captain," Mike said. "You're good or you wouldn't be here. You'll get comfortable. You know this mission wasn't precisely necessary, right?"

"No, sir," Tammy said, confused. "You needed the supplies, didn't you?"

"Sure, but only because we light loaded for the first movement," Mike said. "The main purpose to this mission is because the next one is tougher. You needed the experience and the Keldara have never operated like this with helos. They've flown in them but never been resupplied by them. I wanted both groups to get comfortable so when the shit hit the fan neither they nor you would freak. Tomorrow's mission is way more important. And if you have to supply us on the other side of the mountains, well, that's going to be hairy as shit. So get confident. Fast."

"Got it, sir," Kacey said.

"Looks like time for me to odie," Mike said. "I'll see you in a few days. Keep the faith."

"Yes, sir," Tammy replied, returning Mike's waved salute. "Is it just me or is that guy, like, charismatic as hell?"

"I've got sixty hours in this bird, as of this mission," Kacey said. "And I'm flying a night, tactical, NOE. You think I'd do that for just anybody?"

"So when are you going to nail him?" Tammy asked.

"I probably won't get the chance," Kacey replied. "Damnit. You know the blonde we got as load?"

"Yeah," Tammy said.

"Girlfriend."

"What?" Tammy snapped. "Doesn't he have enough women?"

"Long story . . ."

* * *

"Hello, Viktor," Gretchen said as she lifted the first box out of the starboard door of the helicopter.

"Gretchen?" Viktor said, surprised. He took the box of rations, though, and tossed it to the next man in line. "What are you doing here?"

"Somebody had to unload the helicopters, yes?" Gretchen said, tossing him another box. "The new crew-chief said we may be trained as crewmen. We are privates, now. The pilots are women, why not?"

"What does Father think of this?" Viktor asked, grinning.

"He sulks, what else?" Gretchen said, grinning back. "Women are for cooking and making babies and beer. Not for flying around in helicopters. Much less in combat. Father Kulcyanov has blessed us, though, and our mission. We are soldiers now."

"Are you going to be in combat?" Viktor asked, worried.

"The crewman mans the machine gun," Gretchen said, gesturing to the door gun. "You tell me."

"Hopefully not," Viktor replied. "I'd hate to be at your funeral. I would hate to have to deal with . . . Does the Kildar know about this?"

"I don't know," Gretchen said, shrugging.

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