Chapter 33
“I’m not traveling FedEx!”
Kate Stark looked at Sam looming up behind Harold. They stood just inside a small door at the side of the hangar. The low indoor worklights lit up the massive chopper now parked behind Sam, making him appear even bigger and angrier.
She closed her eyes for a moment then refocused on Harold.
“Look, Harold. It has been a day and a half since we were drugged…” A day and a half going on two.
She didn’t have time for this. Kate waved at the small side door that opened directly into the large shipping crate that FedEx had backed up against the outside of the building.
“Harold. It’s not a fish-ridden North Korean Conex, it’s FedEx White Glove Service. We travel Custom Critical which means: secure, environmentally controlled, and you can buy a small coun
