Damaged

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Elizabeth Bailey didn't like what she saw. Even now, after their H-65 helicopter came down into a hover less than two hundred feet above the rolling Gulf, the object in the water still looked like a container and certainly not a capsized boat. There were no thrashing arms or legs. No bobbing heads. No one needing to be rescued, as far as she could see. Yet Lieutenant Commander Wilson, their aircrew pilot, insisted they check it out. What he really meant was that Liz would check it out.

A Coast Guard veteran at only twenty-seven years old, AST3 Liz Bailey knew she had chalked up more rescues in two days over New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina than Wilson had in his entire two-year career. Liz had dropped onto rickety apartment balconies, scraped her knees on wind-battered roofs, and waded through debris-filled water that smelled of raw sewage.

She dared not mention any of this. It didn't matter how many search and rescues she'd performed, because at the moment she was the newbie at Air Station Mobile, and she'd need to prove herself all over again. To add insult to injury, within her first week someone had decorated the women's locker room by plastering downloaded photos of her from a 2005 issue of People magazine. Her superiors insisted that the feature article would be good PR for the Coast Guard, especially when other military and government agencies were taking a beating over their response to Katrina. But in an organization where attention to individual and ego could jeopardize team missions, her unwanted notoriety threatened to be the kiss of death for her career. Four years later, it still followed her around like a curse.

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