Chapter Thirty-Six
‘Alpha Zero Two to Whiskey Six Five Zero,’ Nasira said.
Her voice was husky even through Sophia’s flight helmet. The operation currently hinged on her acting ability.
‘We’ll be escorting you to Desecheo Island under terror attack threat level “severe” in this region. Please stand by as we move into position. Over.’
‘Whiskey Six Five Zero to Alpha Zero Two,’ the cargo plane’s pilot said. ‘Standing by. Over.’
Sophia breathed easy. Well, not too easy. The next phase was going to require a little more than acting.
She looked out the window of the helicopter to see the Caribbean Sea and the North Atlantic Ocean collide below, the water’s surface rolling under the moon, concealing its seven kilometer depth.
Sophia was happy with her team. It was smaller than she would’v
