Chapter 5
Four and a half hours later, and no wiser despite all the talking, Sofia sat in the back of a massive, blacked-out Chinook helicopter, inside a rubber Zodiac boat, as the helo slammed through the tail end of a hurricane. The boat filled the cargo bay with only inches to spare. The dual, roof-mounted turbines turned the cargo bay of the Chinook into a roaring steel box eight feet wide, six high, and about thirty long—and that was if you didn’t count the rain lashing against the hull and the storm trying to plant them on the ceiling of the helo as often as the deck. They’d been in it for four hours flying from the ship off Venezuela to the Panama Canal, and it felt as if she had been living her life inside an eggbeater and would never escape.
Like most Spec Ops teams, The Unit’s
