Chapter Forty-Six
The control center held a semicircular desk with four computers on one end and six on the other. Grace had pulled out one of the wheeled metal chairs and stood over a computer. She seemed to know what she was doing. Sophia and DC had given Damien and Jay uncomfortably vague instructions on how to operate the transmitter, so any additional knowledge from Grace couldn’t be a bad thing.
‘What station do you want to hit first?’ she said.
‘Alaska,’ Damien said, handing her the paper with the GPS coordinates.
He watched her punch them in. His satphone rang. It was Sophia.
‘Yeah,’ he answered.
‘We’re inside,’ Sophia said. ‘Are you ready?’
‘It’s now or never,’ he said. ‘We have the coordinates punched in. I’ll hand you over.’
He passed the satphone to Grace. She listened
