“They were sent to bring others home — but no one’s coming to bring them back.”
What begins as a hostage rescue becomes a desperate struggle to survive.
This isn’t sanctioned warfare — it’s survival in a no-man’s land where the enemy wants them dead, and their own chain of command has gone silent.
They are female Black Ops pilots — trained to operate beyond the edges of legality, now caught in a mission where every rule has been burned and every ally could be a threat.
Dirty Angels blends military thriller, survival suspense, and female-led fury into one explosive descent into hell, where the deadliest weapon isn’t firepower — but conviction.
Above the line, they flew free. Now, that same flight has made them targets.
The team:
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Callie – mission lead, haunted by her brother’s death in a failed extraction; driven by anger, holding her unit together through grit
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Riley – former Marine from Texas, carrying her fallen friend’s scarf like a banner and a warning
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Jade – systems engineer turned combat pilot, who sees every malfunction as a challenge to outthink, outgun, and outlive
Their mission: extract hostages from a war-torn town in enemy-held territory.
But once the rotors stop, nothing goes to plan.
Their bird is down. Communications are jammed.
And someone — maybe from within — is feeding intel to the enemy.
Every flight is a gamble. Every landing — the start of another bloodletting.
Trapped in shifting desert sands, surrounded and abandoned, they:
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Operate without air support
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Fight blind with stripped-down equipment
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Turn suspicion on each other when trust becomes deadlier than bullets
No command. No fallback. No mercy.
Only sky, sand, steel — and three women fighting to prove they were never just part of the plan.