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20. Flight and Fight.
MARCH 23, 2013 | 1:25am —
INT. EURO CREEK. BATHURST ISLAND, AUSTRALIA - CARGO PLANE CABIN. NIGHT.—HALO sits in the simple, six-seat cabin, tightening the straps of his tactical boots with traditional mesh lining and nylon arch shanks. He then slides on a tactical vest with a wide neck opening that sits snug against his Kevlar undershirt. Small lights and panels flicker, as it automatically tightens.
At the helm of the plane, sits Calum Beauchamp, sporting matching gear. Gloved arms clutching the circular yolk. Calum glances back at Halo and engages the autopilot and unclamps the protective belts around his chest. He stands, ducking under the bow to enter the cabin. Halo doesn't acknowledge him, but he tosses over a thin tablet device that he captures without
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