Chapter fourteen
TUNDRA ONE, NWT — 1025 HOURS (1225 EST)“I can’t believe the size of this place.”
“Yeah,” Claire agreed. “I second the motion.”
“I’ve seen fighter bases before, but nothing like this one,” Spencer said. “We have to get closer. I need pictures.”
The Spencers squatted behind some pine trees, forty feet inside the fenced compound. To their right and left, a few thousand feet away, were several long runways, and beyond that building complexes, hangars and maintenance structures.
The wind picked up. Claire zipped her coat to her collar. “It’s getting cold.”
“This ain’t Florida. It ain’t even Ontario.” He reached into his pocket for a cigarette.
“Ben Spencer! You told me you quit smoking.”
“I lied.” He lit his smoke and started puffing.
They watched two Arrows pick up sp
