Chapter 10
Back in Corpus Christi . . .
Sean, Robbie, and Ronnie sat watching the Airport as the sun slowly receded in the west. A tank truck rounded the corner of the hangar headed toward several tanks on the backside. Two men got out and hooked a hose up to one of the tanks.
“That could mean three things,” Robbie said. “First, they filled up the C-23 Sherpa yesterday and it headed for Brownsville this morning. Two, they’re getting it ready to fuel up the transport plane for a flight next week and the plane is in the hangar. Lastly, they got the F-15 Eagle going and are getting jet fuel to fill it. I don’t know what’s in the particular tank they are loading from. I never paid that much attention.”
“The Sherpa doesn’t matter, does it?” Sean asked.
“Not really,” Robbie replied. “If the
