Chapter Thirty
The helicopter pulled sharply nose up and felt that forward motion had ceased.
At some point in the flight, he had dropped into a meditative fog, letting the helicopter simply fling his body back-and-forth as it deemed fit. He’d stopped thinking of the long flight since D.C., of the travesty he’d be faced with for having been several days away from his desk. He didn’t even think of Alice much. Not as some separate thought. She simply nestled there in the corner of his mind. Giving him a reason to come out of this alive.
It took him a moment to tune into the report that Major Henderson was giving.
“Small building, perhaps five or six rooms. Two outbuildings. Only one vehicle. Coordinates and conditions match. Drone shows no other heat signatures within three miles, though
