Chapter Thirty-ThreeThey will let me inside wearing a lab coat, a combat suit and a rucksack? Samantha wondered. She looked herself over as she climbed into the small black helicopter sitting outside the hangar. Her disguise didn't exactly shout 'Office of Nuclear Regulation', but it would have to do. Gaining access with her mother, Jim, and Io while Carrot and Charlotte remained outside was the best she could do. Only four passes out of the original five were in Nina's drawer.
“You should have faith in yourself,” Io said as he climbed in beside her. “You look fine.”
“That wasn't a prayer,” Sammy replied, her tone a warning. She touched the sheathed blade Charlotte had insisted she wear despite vociferous protests.
“It doesn't matter,” he admitted. “I can choose to hear your thoughts.”
