CHAPTER SIXTEEN
10:15 a.m. West Africa Time (4:15 a.m. Eastern Standard Time)
Nigerien Air Base 201
Agadez, Niger
“There it is,” Mark Swann said. “Our home away from home.”
Everyone watched out the windows as the SRT plane approached the city of Agadez, its rectangles and triangles of compounds and dirt roads forming a mosaic, the surrounding reddish beige of the desert stretching out in all directions as far as the human eye could see.
“Your home,” Ed said. “Stone and I will keep moving from here.”
Luke spotted the base to their left just before the plane banked toward it. From the glimpse he got, it didn’t look like much—a couple of runways scratched into the sand, probably one for planes and one for drones, a large hangar with a rusty corrugated roof, a control tower, and some ba
