CHAPTER FIFTEEN
3:23 p.m.
Joint Interagency Task Force South, Naval Air Station Key West
“You sure you’re up for this?” Luke said.
“Up for what?” Ed said, huffing and puffing the slightest amount. “Man, I was born for this.”
The sun rose high and hot over the palm trees. The low-slung buildings of the naval air station and the larger flight control tower squatted in the shimmering, baking heat of afternoon. A slight breeze did nothing to cool off the day.
The Black Hawk helicopter looked like a drab green insect parked on the flight line. Luke and Ed walked out onto the tarmac, Luke carrying a green satchel loaded with weapons, Ed gimping along on his crutches.
As they moved along, a fighter jet took off a quarter mile away, its engine noise nearly deafening. A moment later, the jet
