CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
They called it the Little Bird. Sometimes they called it the Flying Egg.
It was the MH-6 helicopter—fast and light, highly maneuverable, the kind of chopper that didn’t need room to land. It could come down on small rooftops, and on narrow roadways in crowded neighborhoods. The chopper was beloved by special operations forces, and Rachel and Jacob had borrowed one from the Air Force this morning.
Luke and Ed climbed into the small cargo hold. Downstairs, about twenty minutes before, they had both dropped a Dexie. The effects were starting to kick in.
This far up, you could begin to see the curvature of the Earth. He looked across at the target building, Number 9 Lansing Street. The construction crane rose close to ten stories above the building proper. Near the top
