Chapter 11
After Hannah and Ricardo had turned in their weapons and changed back into their street clothes, the soldier who’d given them their IDs had returned. She was leading them toward a low building beside a big hangar for a briefing.
A briefing?
All Michelle could picture was like in the movies when hero pilots were all lined up in ridiculously comfortable armchairs facing some wall of big screens and speaking in cryptic messages like “Split-S” and “Go to guns.”
It was weird to realize that most of her understanding of what her brother and Ricardo did came from movies like Top Gun. Except her brother flew helicopters rather than fighter jets and was a foot taller than Tom Cruise. And Ricardo had been a soldier for Delta Force—which was so low profile that it took the government a
