It was high noon when Drake and Clarissa were cleared onto Joint Base Andrews with two minutes to spare. The driver dropped them by one of the 89th Airlift Wings’ secure hangars. This one was across a wide taxiway from where the President’s 747s were kept.
Inside were the two C-32s that were most commonly used by the Vice President as Air Force Two…when there was a Vice President. He’d ridden in them several times himself enroute to critical meetings. But the modified 757 would require eighteen hours to reach Brunei, not counting a refueling along the way.
was With the big doors open, inside the shadowed hangar was still hot. The Memorial Day weekend heat wave was showing no sign of relenting.
“Next time, give me a little more warning,” Clarissa brushed at her clothes, which did indeed
