CHAPTER 30
TWO HOURS LATER, the G-forces pushed me sideways in my seat as the C-130 transport plane banked after takeoff. And when I say seat, I mean floor. I was sprawled out next to Emmy in the cargo hold, empty except for Team Blackwood and our bags of equipment. We’d be jumping in full kit tonight. If anything was going to come loose and fall off, it was better for it to happen over Virginia so we could fix it or replace it.
Black had commandeered the plane from the US Air Force, together with two pilots and the use of the runway at Silver Springs, half an hour from Riverley. President Markovich would be providing a similar plane for the jump into Base 13, although not quite so graciously as James Harrison. In fact, Markovich had said no at first, until I heard Black and Nate discuss
