CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Zero awoke with a start as the plane dropped in altitude, the pressure change making his ears pop. It was a dream—no, a nightmare. He was still inside the gray plastic crate on a cargo plane bound for Germany, and by the sensation in his gut telling him they were descending rapidly, it seemed as if they’d arrived. He groaned as he sat up against the crate’s wall; his neck was not only sore, but now stiff as well. He stretched it left and right as he said, “Karina?”
“Mm.” She let out a soft groan as she pushed herself up from the crate floor.
“I think we’re landing—”
The wheels hit the tarmac with a whump that had them both sucking in a startled breath. Karina’s hand shot out to steady herself and latched onto Zero’s knee. She laughed nervously at herself.
“Finally,”
