Chapter Seventy-Seven
The flight to Germany was uneventful, and the airfield was in its slumber mode at 0347 hours when the plane landed. The two men sent to pick him up were waiting in the flight operations building when he entered, and Darque was anxious to reach their headquarters and talk to the Detachment Commander.
“Has there been any word from Major Schilling?” he asked as they exited the building.
It was the taller of the two men who spoke.
“Latest word is that he encountered a few minor setbacks because of the snow, but he’s confident he’ll be set up by the time you reach him.”
Darque didn’t say anything in response, and climbed into the car as the shorter of the two men held the front door open for him. Once he was inside the car, the shorter man climbed into the backseat wh
