Chapter Forty-seven
Friday, October 24
8:02 AM
Dreamland
Sweat rolled off Craig’s forehead as he struggled with the land rover’s locked door. Locked! What a stupid reason for a delay.
In the back cargo compartment, the red LED blinked down seconds on the makeshift timer. A countdown to Armageddon.
He smeared his arm across the back window, wiping away the rain. The warhead itself was a dark, hazy shape half hidden by tinted windows and a sheet of scuffed plastic thrown over the device. Mike Waterloo’s limp body lay sprawled in the front seat, stuffed into an awkward position. Blood pooled from wounds in his chest, and his head lolled to one side.
And all the doors were locked.
Behind them, Terrell’s air force helicopter shot into the air, leaving them. The rotor’s noise rolled away
