Chapter Forty-four
Friday, October 24
7:26 AM
En Route to Area 51
Groom Lake Auxiliary Station
In the rear of the military helicopter, Craig sat on a long webbed seat next to LtCol Terrell and General Ursov. The chopper was no-nonsense craft larger than the DOE craft they’d flown in earlier, but not as large as the monstrous MH-53 behemoths that had joined the desperate search.
A two-man security detail stood at the open side door, scanning the brown desert with infrared binoculars as the helicopters swept across the sky. The storm blurred all details, erasing the path of ground vehicles, knocking the aircraft about. But they continued at high speed toward their destination.
Toward Dreamland.
Grasping a braided red nylon rope that ran from the front to the back of the cockpit ceili
