“Are you sure that Danziger’s heart is going to survive this?” Drake chuckled as he looked over at the MD helicopter flying just off the wing of their plane.
“He is the best at his job or he wouldn’t have it.” Roy commented from the back seat where he was squeezed in beside Sarah.
Danziger had insisted that the person in the back of a small plane would be a lesser target to a sniper, therefore the President had to sit in the rear. Even if he fit, Drake would feel foolish squeezing in the back and placing Sarah in the danger seat.
Which had left Drake himself to sit up front beside Miranda as the target. Not that they were all that far apart; Miranda’s Mooney M20V four-seater airplane was smaller than the MH-6M Little Bird that he’d often ridden the side benches of when headed to battle
