CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
June 28
4:05 a.m. Eastern Daylight Time
Above US Route 250
Inside the National Radio Quiet Zone
Cheat Bridge, West Virginia
“ETA six minutes, gentlemen,” the pilot said.
Luke glanced out the window. It was dark, black, the deepest part of the night.
The roadway snaked below them like a ribbon, cutting through the dense forest on either side. The mountains undulated away into the distance.
He felt that old trickle of fear, of adrenaline, of excitement. He felt alive and alert. Jazzed. The Dexedrine he had popped twenty minutes ago didn’t hurt.
He knew the drug’s effects. His heart rate was up. His pupils were dilating, letting in more light and making his vision better. His hearing was more acute. He had more energy, more stamina, and he could remain awake for
