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Grimaldi and Fieldhouse entered the cavernous hangar of the Fearless.
Planes, men, activity, the smell of grease and oil were everywhere. Noise
echoed off the towering steel walls.
Fieldhouse angled off to make arrangements for Grimaldi's briefing and
takeoff.
Grimaldi walked over to the plane he would be flying into Libya. He
checked out the aircraft with a growing sense of approval.
The two-passenger V/STOL boasted a forty-one-foot wingspan, and a
fuselage length of about forty-eight feet. The aircraft was shiny and new,
without markings, and Grimaldi hoped he could bring her back in the same
condition. The Boeing 1041 was excellent. It would do, hell yeah.
Jack Grimaldi was finished sitting on his tail.

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Bolan and Hohlstrom moved toward Doyle who awaited them by one of the
gun-ships. Four of Kennedy's mercs were already aboard the second gun-ship.
Three men had climbed aboard the copter that carried the cargo. Bruner and
Teckert were aboard the aircraft that Doyle stood next to. The ground
throbbed and the air thundered with the powerful whistling of revving
turbines.
As Rideout and Hohlstrom approached, Doyle called out to them loud
enough to be heard above the waves of sound.
"Where the hell have you guys been? Queer for each other or somethin'?"
With a wave of his arm, the guy gave out the orders. "Get in the fuckin'
chopper. You guys are riding with Teckert and Bruner. Move it!"
Doyle turned and jumped aboard the mother ship. He slammed shut the
side hatchdoor. Seconds later, the aircraft shuddered and lifted off. It was
immediately followed by gunship number two.
Bolan and Hohlstrom climbed into the chopper where Bruner and Teckert
were waiting. Bolan closed the side door. The pilot raised his collective
pitch control lever and the third big bird lifted off.
Bolan could see the floodlit grounds of the villa recede beneath them.
The Huey cleared the walls, then heeled over and slid gently away into the
Sahara night, traveling in what Bolan determined to be a southerly
direction.
Like the other men, Bolan had grabbed a wallstrap for support. He
glanced at Bruner and Teckert, then at Hohlstrom, but the constant
high-pitched whine from the copter's transmission directly overhead made any
conversation difficult.
The pilot reached the desired altitude, about three thousand feet. The
climb leveled off into a smooth forward cruise.
Bolan gazed beyond the Huey's Plexiglas windows and saw that the three
choppers were maintaining a loose formation, twelve to fifteen rotor widths
apart, with the two gunships slightly higher to either side of the copter
that transported Doyle and the cargo.
Bolan's Galil was strapped over his left shoulder. His belt was
equipped with grenades. His right hand never drifted far from the Browning
hi-power riding low at his right hip.
Each of the other men toted equal fire power. Teckert and Bruner both