Chapter 9
“DEA promised us a gap in the US Border Patrol’s surveillance as long as we stay low,” Anton was working the radios and Jesse was ignoring them. Comms were part of the copilot’s job, but it was the first mission Jesse had ever flown where he didn’t know who was calling the shots. They wouldn’t have an air mission commander for the op—Anton had made it clear they were on their own once they crossed the Rio Grande. But there was someone out there making sure the gap was waiting for them in border security.
“How low?”
“Low,” was all Anton answered.
“You need a digital terrain map for that. And an ADAS would help, but I’ll do what I can.” At least the FLIR infrared system was top-of-the-line; that was a good start.
“What’s an ADAS?”
“Advanced Distributed Aperture System. It’s a
