Die Trying

The mess hall was next to the communications hut. It was about four times the size, twice as long and twice as wide

like there was no tomorrow

McGrath had argued again in favor of heading straight for Montana, but Webster had overruled him

third chopper swung down and flew backward, right in front of the truck, eight feet off the ground, strobes flashing, rotors beating the air.

“Some sort of a thin stew,” she said. “Or a thick soup

It opens up a whole new can of worms

“Why would they burn it?” the cop said. “They needed to change it, they’d chop it in against a new one, right? Nobody burns a business asset, right?”

“If the boot was on the other foot

this guy’s got it ass backward