55
Sting of the Scorpion
CIA covert station, location undisclosed, Antigua.
Lawrence Wallace leaned over the analyst’s shoulder and peered at the man’s computer monitor.
“It’s right here, sir,” the analyst said as he pointed to a blip on the radar screen. “That’s the float-plane’s transponder.”
“And you’re sure our target is on board?”
“That’s an affirm, sir.”
“ETA to Antigua?”
“Let me calculate the flight time,” the analyst said as he began tapping away at his keyboard. “Depending on headwinds and airspeed, it’s between fifty-six and seventy minutes, sir.”
Wallace looked at his watch. “Fifty-six minutes? We’re running out of time. We’ve got to get all parties in there.” He spoke lower. “Hand me that headset. Where is Avenger in reference to Antigua?”
“The aircraft carrier?” He l
