1:30 p.m., on the private apron at Fairhaven Northfield International Airport.
The blizzard had eased slightly. The overcast sky was a cold blue-gray.
A Gulfstream business jet bearing the Hoffmann Medical emblem sat quietly in the middle of the runway, its engines already rumbling as they warmed up.
I was wrapped in a thick black down coat, my face still pale. A dull ache lingered in my abdomen, but the pain pump made it bearable.
Felix walked beside me and pulled my hood snug around my face.
"The jet has a full set of postoperative monitoring equipment and professional medical staff. Professor Klaus has arranged a private recovery facility in Lindenstadt. You can rest for 2 weeks before going into the lab."
"Thank you, Felix," I said softly. "Without you, I might not have made it o
