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Malcolm McKinnon Airport, St. Simons Island, Georgia. May 1, 9:07 a.m. EST.
The FBI’s Gulfstream 5 touched down with a light tire screech on runway 22, a 910-foot strip of tarmac on the southern tip of Saint Simons Island.
“Who’s that coming to pick us up?” Jana said, looking out one of the Gulfstream’s telltale oval-shaped windows.
“Treasury,” Kyle said. “Homeland Security has one of their Federal Law Enforcement Training Centers here. They’ve sent out a few agents to assist.”
“Don’t you federal agent people train at the same place?” Cade said.
“No, nimbleweed,” Kyle said. “The bureau and others like the DEA train at Quantico. Secret Service, ATF, and Customs train at Federal Law Enforcement Training Centers. They call it FLET-C, for short. There’s oth
