Seventy
Sunday, May 29
Moa‘ula Waterfall, Moloka‘i
Within the hour, an F-35 jet appeared, only to hover directly above them at the top of the cliff. Eva knew this hovering ability was part of the high-tech plane’s engineering, but it also required great skill—the skill of a Sea Wolf.
Eva, Thomas, and Rascal had to seek shelter in the exact same Banyan tree, arrayed much like they had been before, for fear that the jet wash might blow them away. But the situation was only temporary. After a moment, bay doors opened underneath the fighter, and a duffel bag fell to the ground near them. Then the Sea Wolf was off, flying back down the valley toward the ocean.
Eva waved in gratitude to Sarah, and also said a silent thanks to Axel, who’d obviously had something to do with coordinating this.
