“You’re positive?” Lt. Fokker radioed.
“Verified contact!” came the reply. “They’re—”
Fokker yanked the controls of his UH-1 chopper. He yelled barely evading a rush of wings, claws, and flame. “Aw, nuts! I hate the smell of dragon-fire in the morning!”
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