Colonel Blake McGrady had been put on alert the moment the Marine Two aircraft crashed. For thirty-seven minutes, they’d sat in the VH-92A at Victoria Harbour Heliport with the engines spinning at idle without ever being called. Thirty-seven minutes without a goddamn thing to do but watch the tour boats come to gawk at his aircraft and take selfies.
He finally called the White House Military Office only to be told that the President wasn’t in Canada anymore! And they weren’t telling him s**t else.
After three tries, he managed to reach Captain Helen Ames, HMX-1’s liaison to the WHMO.
“His location is classified Top Secret.”
“I’m the f*****g commander of HMX-1.”
“Honestly, sir, I’m not supposed to say this, but we don’t know either. He just addressed the nation about the Vice President
