“The Suai Airport is a key element in our plan.” Henderson tapped a map that Connie had projected on the wall for him.
“We have a plan?” Cal tried to keep it light, perking up in pleased surprise. It was needed because the energy in the room was fast sliding toward doom and gloom.
“A plan, such as it is,” Henderson acknowledged and offered him a nod of thanks. “It’s the only airport in this whole end of the country big enough to accommodate the Bombardier scooper planes for refueling.”
Though the Suai Airport was nearby, it had three major disadvantages as a staging area for the big planes. The untended runway was barely long enough for a takeoff in normal weather, and it was bloody hot, which decreased lift. The second problem was that it would take two days to get a fuel truck there o
