Chapter 78
Chapter 78 “Should I give him more propofol?” Bob asked Phaylor. “No. I want him lucid when we reach Idaho.” Phaylor gazed, bored, out the window of the Cessna Citation X. They neared the Montana-Idaho border, but he only saw a cloud bank below. They would be landing soon. He squeezed the bridge of his nose wearily. The nurse nodded, then leaned back in his seat. Phaylor had decided to go to the twin spires himself. The two teams of mercenaries he sent out there, plus the university group Vandenburg sent, had been able to find them, so he should be able to as well. Once found, however, why did no one leave them? Was the world they offered so wonderful men chose to stay? Or did they die? He needed to see it for himself, to learn the answer. He was close to death, so he didn’t fear going
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