Chapter Fifty-Nine
‘Rise and shine, boys.’
Denton’s voice crackled in Damien’s ears. He opened his eyes. He had learned early on in his training to snatch sleep wherever possible.
The thrumming of the rotor blades was muffled but still loud. He remembered only one pit stop. The Speedhawk was packing auxiliary fuel tanks that would’ve kept it in the air for a good 1600 nautical miles.
On his left, the reflection of the sun caught his eye. He turned to see a forest of apartment blocks and skyscrapers that glistened into infinity. Judging by the look of the city, Denton had throttled them at 250 nautical miles per hour across the North Pacific in a single stretch. Damien checked his watch. It was nearly midday. He’d slept through at least four hours of what was so far a six-hour flight.
