Chapter Twenty-Nine
“You promise you aren’t going to kill me?” Daniel had to shout to be heard over the noise on the deck of the aircraft carrier.
“Nuh-uh! No such promises.” Major Beale was practically laughing at him and Daniel had no recourse.
He was only so much baggage. Had been for the last twenty hours.
Civilian transport had moved him from Dulles to Tokyo over the pole. Then a quick transport had shuffled him down to Kadena Air Base on Okinawa. Thirty minutes later, a Marine Corps V-22 Osprey, only recently authorized to operate over Japanese soil, lifted him into international waters and dropped him on the deck of the aircraft carrier U.S.S. Harry S. Truman at close to midnight.
Beale and Henderson had awaited him there. The Sea of Japan was in a very bad mood tonight. Waves
