Chapter Forty-two
Friday, October 24
6:40 AM
Northeastern Boundary
Nevada Test Site
Craig sat in the right-hand seat of the helicopter, next to the pilot. “My life sure got exciting since you came to town, Agent Kreident,” the pilot said. “Just don’t make me chase any trains today, okay?”
“No, this morning we’re going after UFOs and nuclear bombs.”
The pilot shook his head. “And through a thunderstorm yet—sorry I asked.”
General Ursov crouched behind him like a powderkeg, his face pushed up against the curved window, peering down at the brown wasteland racing below them. The Russian seemed to be filing away details of everything he saw. Craggy mesas rose in the distance, contrasting with the broad flats used for test aircraft, bombing ranges, and survival exercises.
There was a lo
