“That was a nice broadcast, Ms. Matthews.” Mark’s voice rang smooth and West Coast over the headset. All hint of Texas gone.
“Broadcast?” The zipper sound stopped, much to Emily’s relief.
“You there, Captain?” Mark called to her over the headset.
She knew what he was doing. Maybe it had reached that point, but it could also be dangerous. What the hell? If you’re going to unwrap the package, make sure it can’t be wrapped back up. She keyed on her helmet mic.
“Right here, Mister Herman.” She remembered his cover name at the last second. “All loud and clear. Secret Service reports a full record, and they’re waiting for us to deliver you, Ms. Matthews, to the ground for plotting treason against the President of the United States. Apparently the Vice President is shocked and… hold on a mome
