Chapter 92
“I arranged Panamanian Customs clearance for our arrival,” Marcus Reynolds had spent the last fifteen minutes on the plane’s in-flight phone. “We’ll be landing at a remote end of the field and go straight into a hangar. But if these guys are tied into the control tower, we can’t hide from them.”
“If they turn on their radio, they’ll hear the tower calling out our tail numbers for the landing,” Mick said from behind Kate’s seat.
Everyone had crowded into the back couches so that they could confer. They could each seat three people, if they weren’t built like Marine Force Recon. They turned two of the chairs, but it still left some people standing behind others.
“I want to go in light,” Kate told them, “and scout things out. Then we’ll go in heavy if we find something. They’ll
