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 The Eagle Squad leader stood high on the mountain promontory, seven klicks west and 4,000 metres up, Boone shook his head in disbelief at the rising plume on the desert floor. These guys were so ''brazen''. He didn’t need his telegraphic scope to watch: These morons were clear as day. Their MIS signature lit up half the goddamn sky. ''Well, it makes targeting a cinch.''
-Boone barked into his wrist-com. “All right, [[Genevieve “Chip” Carpenter|Chip]], I’m going in.”
+Boone barked into his wrist-com. “All right, [[Genevieve “Chip” Fryer|Chip]], I’m going in.”
 Static crackled.
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 Boone tilted down and tweaked the airflow over the leading edge. He trimmed his pitch. The roll and yaw were good. He maxed the [[gaze heuristic]] and kept the angle of approach constant. He targeted a drop-zone above and just ahead of the rig.
-Chip was still babbling in his com-link. ''Dammit''. He cursed his own error: he  left the link back to GCHQ open when he jumped. It was too late to do anything about that: at one-seventy knots he could hardly flip it to silent now: any arm-shift would bugger his trajectory and put him into an aerodynamic stall or some kind of flat spin. He had to let the GC run. But she wouldn’t let it go. The old girl was really busting his balls.
+Chip was still babbling in the com-link. ''Dammit''. He cursed his own error: he  left the link back to GCHQ open when he jumped. It was too late to do anything about that: at one-seventy knots he could hardly flip it to silent now: any arm-shift would bugger his trajectory and put him into an aerodynamic stall or some kind of flat spin. He had to let the GC run. But she wouldn’t let it go. The old girl was really busting his balls.
 Boone was zooming. The ambient buffeting was off the charts. The suit was shaking like a bastard. The GC was yakking like a rabbit. Boone kept the rig bottom left in the viewfinder. “Steady ... steady ...”