CHAPTER 32
BRAX
Another delay.
The plane touched down in Nevada, not at Harry Reid International as Brax had assumed it would, but at what looked like a military airfield. The other planes were grey, the vehicles were green or desert camouflage, and the hangars were beige.
“Where are we?” he asked as their plane taxied across the vast expanse of tarmac.
Priest reappeared from the cockpit. He didn’t quite have to duck in the cabin the way Dawson did, but it was a close thing.
“I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you. Just sit tight.”
A convoy of jeeps appeared, three of them, and the third had more surfboards sticking out of the back.
“Any ideas?” he whispered to Dawson.
“I think we’re at Creech Air Force Base.”
The vehicles parked in a semicircle around the door, and Chas
