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A Rogue
NSA Command Center.
“CIA?” Knuckles said. “But why would CIA cut our comsat?”
Bill was way ahead of him. “Knuckles, I need a flight plan for DEA and our estimated time to intercept.”
“Sir, we’re really sending a team in? We’re going to need authorization from the president to invade Antigua, aren’t we?”
“You let me worry about that. And it’s not an invasion, it’s one team.”
“Try telling that to the Antiguan foreign ministry.” The kid banged away on his laptop. His keystrokes sounded like gunshots. “It’s two hundred and twenty nautical miles from the DEA station on the US Virgin Islands to Antigua,” Knuckles said as he began talking to himself. “Let’s see, DEA has a Gulfstream IV down there, so . . . max V-speed is 0.88 Mach, which is, what is that? About 488 knots, right?
