“So, how do you work this thing?”
“This thing” was how the First Lady typically referred to the Bell 430 helicopter. Right now it was perched on the South Lawn and they were alone except for a small flock of blacksuits hovering about. Emily sat in the cockpit rechecking the preflight checklist. Trying not to fumble over the logical steps that weren’t there for this bird. No terrain radar. No infrared targeting systems. No…
No further attacks had been made on the First Lady, and she was eager to fly again despite her own experiences that night. As was Emily. She hadn’t heard from her “boyfriend” yet. She was making him sleep at a hotel, had sent Mark on his way when she’d headed to the kitchen to make dinner last night. They were supposed to get together later this morning, and then Kathe
