Chapter TenJim followed Reese up the back stairs of Air Force One and tried not to feel like he was getting ready to leave the planet. He was certainly headed for a whole new world.
He’d been able to watch Air Force One just taxiing into position as their Motorcade had raced along the back road from the Air and Space Museum. Even for that short distance on a closed road, over a dozen vehicles had been involved: Route Car, Stagecoach, the five heavy-duty Suburbans carrying various aspects of the Secret Service, the cluster of press vans, and an inevitable ambulance. Overhead he’d been able to hear the pounding beat of Overwatch—a Marine Sikorsky Black armed to the teeth.
“I don’t even hear it anymore. It’s always there,” Reese noticed where his attention had strayed. “Keep moving or you’l
