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At eleven-thirty that night, Michael crossed
his fingers and prayed that Ryan and Gantry had had enough time to
get people in place and they were prepared for action. He’d endured
a flight from Memphis to New York that was delayed for an hour,
took a shuttle from LaGuardia into the city, where he changed to
another shuttle to take him to Newark Liberty Airport.
After a long day of travel all he really
wanted to do was check into the nearest hotel and sleep for the
next twelve hours. Fear had become a constant companion, a
perpetual tightness in his chest that made breathing a chore. Fear
for Ilene and fear for himself. Mostly for Ilene, though. And he
worried that he might in fact be forced to give the Brujero the
information on how to build more shields, and turn that
