It took twenty minutes, rather than ten, before Peter was clambering aboard a Black Hawk helicopter of the 160th SOAR. He wore a standard flightsuit and survival vest as did Geneviève and their two Secret Service agents. They blended in easily among the busy goings-on at the area of Noi Bai airport that had been reserved for the use of the visiting Americans.
The two Black Hawks were transport versions, but still had the two mini-guns manned. A half-dozen Secret Service agents piled into one. Frank guided Peter to the second one. Four seats had been arranged in the low-ceilinged cargo bay. His and Geneviève’s facing forward, Frank and Beat sitting backward to face them. The two crew chiefs made sure they were buckled in. They were small, even for Special Operations. They had their helmets
