“We’d need a lot of something that goes bang.” Gibson had been looking around. “But there’s nothing in this room.”
John didn’t have to look at Connie to know they shared the same thought. He started to reach for his headset, but she was already speaking into her microphone.
“Major. Soft and quiet, come around the back, and park close.”
She pointed up and John moved out.
By the time he climbed the stairs and found the door controls for the back of the building, the major was settling the Black Hawk outside. The top of the door swung out and down, extending the hangar floor another twenty feet. Slick.
The Vengeance jinked. First time in over a year of flying with her that he’d seen Major Emily Beale flinch.
He looked over his shoulder, then did his best to hide his smile. The fully arm
