Delta Force Tales: Repatriation of A Hijacked Airliner

We poured into the cabin like a living freight train—boots, pistol muzzles and halogen beams—smashing doors, vaulting seat-belt hurdles and dragging the terrified into the search corridor while Sam, lip busted and grinning, turned chaos into business and I kept replaying that stupid puddle of sweat on the wing that could’ve made the whole perfect plan look like a slapstick funeral.