Chapter Thirty-Five
Daniel slammed awake and wondered if he really had fought Major Henderson, or even more dangerous, his wife.
Other sensations started penetrating his consciousness.
The engines began winding down.
They weren’t moving except for a rock and sway as if a giant rubber band had just grabbed their tail.
There was a strap across his forehead.
The carrier.
He was still in the forward facing seat, which means he’d had to be braced against the sudden deceleration of landing on an aircraft carrier. Someone had strapped his forehead so that the sudden vicious grab of a wire trap wouldn’t injure his neck.
He’d slept all of the way across the Pacific, his first decent sleep in several days. Now they were on the U.S.S. John C. Stennis which had just finished unloading most of
