Mark crossed the carrier’s flight deck to her helicopter. He couldn’t help being reminded of Emily Beale. There sat her bird, perched ever so neatly. All fueled and armed and nowhere to go.
herHe checked his watch. Ten-fifteen in the morning, just after oh-one-hundred hours her time. If she was on the East Coast. Her orders had said she was going stateside, so that was as good a guess as any. And they’d be parked here for another hour.
He guessed that she was on a Black Ops assignment and would be back as soon as it was done. He hoped he was right. It happened, but this time felt different. He’d always been in the loop before.
You learned to read between the lines of your people’s orders on the rare occasions when you weren’t inside the loop. Assigned to Fort Campbell, Kentucky meant sp
