Chapter 15 - The Journey to Maine
At 5:00 AM, a private twin-engine aircraft lifted off from Chicago Executive Airport, banking East into the dark morning sky.
David sat in the leather cabin seat, checking the magazine of a tactical sidearm while Marcus reviewed tactical floor plans.
Maya and Tommy were left at the Lake Forest estate under the heavy protection of twenty former Navy SEAL guards.
"We have a three-hour window before Vanguard's morning guard shift rotates at Blackwood," Marcus instructed, handing David a earpiece.
"We drop in via HALO jump over the coastal woods to avoid their perimeter radar systems," Marcus added calmly.
The plane reached twenty thousand feet over the rocky, pine-forested coastline of northern Maine.
The rear cargo ramp opened with a loud mechanical roar, freezing sub-zero air rushing into the cabin.
David pulled his tactical goggle mask down over his eyes, looking out into the pitch-black abyss below.
"For Richard," David said through his oxygen mask, adjusting his parachute straps.
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"For Richard," Marcus agreed, and together they stepped out of the aircraft into the freezing dark void.
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