Chapter 21
10:01 a.m.
The skies between Baltimore and Washington DC
The pilots were bad-asses.
The chopper flew low and fast. The landscape buzzed by below them, almost close enough to touch. Luke barely noticed. He shouted into the telephone. He kept losing the call. The hand-off process from one cell tower to the next was iffy at over a hundred miles per hour.
“We need to evacuate the White House,” he said. “Trudy! Do you hear me?”
Her voice cut through the static. “Luke, there’s a warrant for your arrest. You and Ed. It just came through.”
“Why? Because of the doctors? We didn’t hurt them.”
There was a burst of static. The call dropped.
“Trudy? Trudy! s**t!”
He looked at Ed.
“He told me they were in the Dun-Rite Laundry van,” Ed said. “The signs were magnetic decals. They too
