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... pen Ocean, Drifting
The sun hung high above the rolling waves, white-hot against the slate-colored sky. The debris field from the C-17 had thinned now, scattered across kilometers of saltwater. Whatever hadn’t sunk was either drifting further away or bobbing aimlessly in the current.
Thomas Estaris lay sprawled on a torn aluminum panel—the flattened belly skin of the Globemaster, barely floating.
His body ached. Dried blood clung to his left temple. His right leg throbbed ...
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