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... ead out in a search grid pattern that covered nearly five square kilometers.
His eyes, enhanced by years of training, scanned the water below for any sign of wreckage, survivors, bodies—anything.
"Hawks to command," he spoke into his headset. "Sector Seven-Delta clear. No visual contacts. Moving to Seven-Echo."
"Copy that, Hawks. Be advised, weather system moving in from the east. ETA forty minutes."
"Acknowledged."
He banked left, feathers adjusting forma ...
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