Daz hadn’t realized how tired he was until he headed for the hangar. The gear he wore felt like it weighed a ton. As badly as he wanted to stay until Darby took off, he knew he’d be in the way and that speed with utmost care was essential to make this crazy scheme work. He didn’t have to be a pilot to recognize how dangerous Blaine’s game plan was. Although he’d give anything to get into some kind of a plane and make it out there to watch, that was about as likely as pissing on the fire would put it out.
For now, all he could do was wait. After he entered the hangar, he struggled out of the harness and flight suit and then got a cold soda. Maybe he’d be able to follow some of the radio traffic. He waited until Blaine’s ground crew finished their work and the Neptune again rolled down the
