CHAPTER 28
Amanda sat in the back of the Coast Guard turboprop. Well, the Beech King Air was painted like a Coast Guard aircraft. The registry number would confuse anyone with access to the USCG database, because it belonged to a never-built third prototype of the XV-15 tilt rotor aircraft. But in the FAA database, it was just another executive officer craft of the nation’s forces. Rigged for six, it was all Amanda needed to move the heart of EMS.
Medical and Intelligence were passed out in the rear seats, it had been a long night. Communications was flying the aircraft and Engineering had already gone ahead with the bulk of the files and equipment in an old Chinook helicopter still painted army green. The universal passport to civilian airports.
Clarice sat in the backwards-facing seat
