The elderly ghost walker had been one of her best friends at Argon Tower. They had talked many times over the past two very hectic months of Josie’s life and introduction into the supernatural world. Josie bit her lip to remind herself this wasn’t the time for sorrow. Daisy had provided valuable information to her telepathic handler before she had died from a crushed larynx. Her death wouldn’t be in vain. Josie steeled herself then stepped out of the SUV she had been riding in, into the cold, dark night air. The passengers from the other two SUVs that had transported the team to Homestead Air Force Base were already out and getting their gear together. Nearby, a long, sleek airplane waited outside a hangar, ground crew busy around it preparing for flight. “A little ostentatious, isn’t it?” Dr. Olson asked as she looked over the large bomber. Like Josie, the vampire was wearing a standard Air Force flight suit and boots.
