nodded. "Attitude. She has attitude."
Tinman smiled at McGrew who was still looking behind them. "Yeah. That she does. And just so you know, she's also known as the Iceberg. Like ice under any pressure and…" He winked at McGrew. "No one can get her to warm up." Tinman climbed into the cockpit and watched as the Captain finally swung himself into the back.
McGrew stared off into space as the helicopter went airborne. "I like attitude."
***
"You're awfully quiet Megan."
"Why do all of those assholes have to be the same?" Megan asked as she flew back to White Pine compound. She sighed softly.
"I saw that look, Sweetheart. Did I see right? Was that a look of interest in those pretty brown eyes for a certain GI?"
"Me?"
"Yes you."
"Not me."
"Ah uh." Cowboy chuckled. "I ain't ever seen you this 'interested' before. Do I see a crack in the ol' Iceberg?"
"You know I hate that name."
Cowboy's chuckle increased almost to a laugh. "Yeah, I know. Hell must be freezin' over, Meg."
A snort was her answer.
Cowboy just laughed. "Megan, Megan, Megan. It's only natural. Hormones is hormones, girl. Chemistry happens. Love at first sight kinda…"
Megan gave another snort.
"See Megan, the boy bee…"
"Kelly, I don't need a biology lesson."
"Look, Meg, from the heart, how often do ya'all get an interest? Huh? He can't be hard to find, after all we did it once."
"Yeah right, like that'll happen. Anyway, I bet he doesn't tell too many that we saved his ass. A woman, and us being mercs. Those military guys are all alike. Hell, you men are all alike."
"Whoa, Girl. Don't be including Gunner and me with the rest of the male population. We're confirmed lovers of you Ghost. Ain't nobody I'd rather fly with or have at my back."
"He right, Ghost. You do goodly. Bestest in my book. Tu eres mucho bueno ," a voice sounded in her ear over the intercom.
Megan chuckled. "Thanks, Gunner. I like you too. Okay, so I have the best of the hanging organ crowd with me."
"Meg…" Cowboy pointed at the flashing light that indicated they were running out of fuel.
"Yeah, I know." She smiled. "We should be running out of fuel… about… now…" Megan had barely gotten the words out and the engine died―then the second engine. "Here we go."
The helicopter began to auto -rotate to the ground, allowing the blades to rotate freely using only the airflow over them to slow their decent. She sited her landing place just inside the fenced compound of White Pine. Within seconds she flared the blades, and Famine landed with a slightly harder than normal smack.
Megan let out a breath of relief and saw that Cowboy had the same expression. She keyed the microphone. "White Pine Tower, this is Famine."
"Famine, we have a crew already headed to tow you. The Head wants to know what you were thinking doing that rescue?"
A smirk crossed her face as she keyed the microphone. "Tell the Head, I was cooperating with the international coalition to bring about a faster end to this occupation by saving personnel vital to the effort. Also tell him, if he has a problem with my actions, he can masticate my gluteus maximus." She glanced at Cowboy as the smirk widened, then turned into a full-blown, mischievous smile. Her group was getting ready to rotate out of Iraq anyway , and she was getting real tired of Truman, the egotistical, arrogant, male chauvinist head of the White Pine base in this part of Iraq.
"There's that look that makes me want to crap my pants, Girl. Yee-haw!"
***
McGrew tossed his shower pack on the bed and sat down hard. He was tired, hot, and grimy even though he had just returned from the showers after debriefing. Running a hand over his still wet, brown hair, he looked up as a knock sounded on his door ―his lieutenant. "Yeah?"
"You look beat, Jake."
"Yeah."
"I heard it was touch and go out there."
Jake nodded. "Definitely an ass-puckering mission."
A smile broke out on Ted's face as he leaned on the doorpost. "I also heard
Tinman smiled at McGrew who was still looking behind them. "Yeah. That she does. And just so you know, she's also known as the Iceberg. Like ice under any pressure and…" He winked at McGrew. "No one can get her to warm up." Tinman climbed into the cockpit and watched as the Captain finally swung himself into the back.
McGrew stared off into space as the helicopter went airborne. "I like attitude."
***
"You're awfully quiet Megan."
"Why do all of those assholes have to be the same?" Megan asked as she flew back to White Pine compound. She sighed softly.
"I saw that look, Sweetheart. Did I see right? Was that a look of interest in those pretty brown eyes for a certain GI?"
"Me?"
"Yes you."
"Not me."
"Ah uh." Cowboy chuckled. "I ain't ever seen you this 'interested' before. Do I see a crack in the ol' Iceberg?"
"You know I hate that name."
Cowboy's chuckle increased almost to a laugh. "Yeah, I know. Hell must be freezin' over, Meg."
A snort was her answer.
Cowboy just laughed. "Megan, Megan, Megan. It's only natural. Hormones is hormones, girl. Chemistry happens. Love at first sight kinda…"
Megan gave another snort.
"See Megan, the boy bee…"
"Kelly, I don't need a biology lesson."
"Look, Meg, from the heart, how often do ya'all get an interest? Huh? He can't be hard to find, after all we did it once."
"Yeah right, like that'll happen. Anyway, I bet he doesn't tell too many that we saved his ass. A woman, and us being mercs. Those military guys are all alike. Hell, you men are all alike."
"Whoa, Girl. Don't be including Gunner and me with the rest of the male population. We're confirmed lovers of you Ghost. Ain't nobody I'd rather fly with or have at my back."
"He right, Ghost. You do goodly. Bestest in my book. Tu eres mucho bueno ," a voice sounded in her ear over the intercom.
Megan chuckled. "Thanks, Gunner. I like you too. Okay, so I have the best of the hanging organ crowd with me."
"Meg…" Cowboy pointed at the flashing light that indicated they were running out of fuel.
"Yeah, I know." She smiled. "We should be running out of fuel… about… now…" Megan had barely gotten the words out and the engine died―then the second engine. "Here we go."
The helicopter began to auto -rotate to the ground, allowing the blades to rotate freely using only the airflow over them to slow their decent. She sited her landing place just inside the fenced compound of White Pine. Within seconds she flared the blades, and Famine landed with a slightly harder than normal smack.
Megan let out a breath of relief and saw that Cowboy had the same expression. She keyed the microphone. "White Pine Tower, this is Famine."
"Famine, we have a crew already headed to tow you. The Head wants to know what you were thinking doing that rescue?"
A smirk crossed her face as she keyed the microphone. "Tell the Head, I was cooperating with the international coalition to bring about a faster end to this occupation by saving personnel vital to the effort. Also tell him, if he has a problem with my actions, he can masticate my gluteus maximus." She glanced at Cowboy as the smirk widened, then turned into a full-blown, mischievous smile. Her group was getting ready to rotate out of Iraq anyway , and she was getting real tired of Truman, the egotistical, arrogant, male chauvinist head of the White Pine base in this part of Iraq.
"There's that look that makes me want to crap my pants, Girl. Yee-haw!"
***
McGrew tossed his shower pack on the bed and sat down hard. He was tired, hot, and grimy even though he had just returned from the showers after debriefing. Running a hand over his still wet, brown hair, he looked up as a knock sounded on his door ―his lieutenant. "Yeah?"
"You look beat, Jake."
"Yeah."
"I heard it was touch and go out there."
Jake nodded. "Definitely an ass-puckering mission."
A smile broke out on Ted's face as he leaned on the doorpost. "I also heard
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