Firstborn
Chapter One
Trouble hunted him. And Chief Warrant Officer Jason Trayhern knew it had found him today.
As he climbed the concrete steps of the Ops building at Fort Collins, Colorado, he began to
sweat beneath his flight suit. Taking off his cap, he entered the swinging doors. As he did, he
could hear the whapping sound of the Longknife Squadron Apache combat helicopters taking
off and landing on the other side of the massive operations facility. How he wished he were up
in the air now!
Mouth tightening, he nodded perfunctorily to the meteorology and air-control-desk personnel
who stood on the other side of the tiled lobby. He knew both of them well. One didn't fly
without getting a meteorology report from the weather desk, or a flight plan from the air desk.
Locating Major Butler's office, Jason girded himself internally for his meeting with his
commanding officer. The passageway was clear of personnel for a moment, so he took a quick
swipe at the perspiration on his brow before he entered the office. He didn't want Major Butler
to see him sweat. He wouldn't give the bastard the satisfaction.
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