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Danielle listened as Pete called the Little Birds to come rushing in, but they were almost an hour out. They’d be no help in the plan’s execution, neither would the DAP Hawk. But, he said, they might need all three to cover their escape.
Why didn’t that sound good?
Whatever Pete’s plan was, it was going to happen in twenty-six minutes.
Next he directed the DAP Hawk to remain outside the harbor and to be ready for all hell to break loose at 0355, right after whatever magical moment Pete had figured out.
She still didn’t have a clue.
“Let’s fly southwest.”
“Southwest?” Danielle looked up at the mountains of Mainland China on the south side of Hangzhou Harbor. What lay in front of them didn’t look the least little bit like water. It looked like farmland backed by rugged mountains. “
