Chapter Twenty-Three
Daniel tried to assess him, but the man was so totally non-descript that Daniel never would have noticed him on the street. Now they sat in a small restaurant at Skagit County airport, which sat in a far corner of Washington State.
“Captain Smith,” the man they’d flown across the country to meet smiled with a bit of chagrin, “My real name, I promise.”
Captain Smith of the Canadian Special Operations Aviation Squadron. SOAS was one of those spec ops groups that almost no one had heard of. They weren’t Delta or SEAL or SAS, but they were impressively effective in their own quiet way. Daniel had read the reports carefully when Beale had recommended he contact them.
He and Alice, Majors Beale and Henderson, and Captain Smith sat upstairs in the restaurant looking out o
