At 09:22, Mitchell radioed down. “We’re in position.”
Pete peered up into the canopy, but of course he couldn’t see a thing. “How’s it looking up there?”
“Five by five.”
He snorted at Mitchell’s cheery misuse of the phrase. “Thank you, Faith.”
“Any time, Giles. Now go be a good watcher and keep us clear.”
“Roger that. Out.
