Holly didn’t know what the numbers meant. Or quite why she was hand-carrying them to Brunei. Something about no other way to insert military personnel without pissing off the Sultan.
She did know that she was going to do it quickly though.
She’d done this before, once, a year ago, but Mike never had. So she paid more attention to him paying attention to the briefing than she paid to the briefing itself.
It lasted three minutes flat. The pilots’ ready room was still a burned-out husk at the base of the USS Theodore Roosevelt’s Island. So instead, they were meeting in a small tent set up in an area called the Junkyard, against the Island’s aft wall. There were no longer any broken planes parked there. A mobile crane, a forklift, and two spare arresting wires in great circular coils were p
