Jets were being launched every few minutes to make up for the lockdown of the day before. For more than two days he hadn’t wanted to leave the ship, but this morning he couldn’t go soon enough. It was already dawn. They’d approached the major more than six hours ago. Every minute they delayed was one less minute that Eva had. “Cut it out, Jack,” Kurt muttered. “You’re making me dizzy.” Tyler leaned a shoulder against the wall. “Wonder what’s taking Redinger so long.” “He’s probably having trouble getting the brass out of bed,” Duncan said. “It’s still the middle of the night in Washington.” Jack kicked a chair out of his way and started for another circuit of the room. “We won’t be going in until dark anyway,” Gonzo said. He folded his arms on the table and lowered his head. “Might as well catch some sleep while we can.” The door to the briefing room opened.
