“Outside the Hoover building.”
Five minutes later, Secret Service was racing him through traffic. Even so, the fifteen-minute car ride was taking for-fucking-ever.
He made another call.
Jamal Jefferson answered. “Hey, Greystone.”
“Commander, Air Force One has been hijacked. I’m on my way to the base. Are you there now?”
“Did you say hijacked?” Jamal asked.
“Yes. Suit up and find me a flight suit.”
“I’m not seeing anything on radar.”
“Air Force One was on its way to Area 51, but four jets intercepted it. The F-16s were shot down.”
“How many jets are you thinking?” Jamal asked.
“As many as we can get into the air.”
“Where are you?”
“Ten minutes out. Let the security guard know Secret Service is gonna blow through the front gate. I’m in a three-vehicle escort.”
“See you in ten.”
“Jamal, find out who we’re up against,” Greystone said.
“Who the fuck cares,” Jamal bit out.
The line went dead and Greystone flicked his gaze out the window to the wailing sirens of the Secret Service sedans.
Did the Haqazzii terror cell have this kind of power?
Jamal’s right. Doesn’t matter who it is, we’ll take ‘em out.
Beyond doing his duty to his country and ensuring the safety of the President, his mom was on that flight… and his future wife.
Not gonna lose you, Bella.
The sedan slowed at the guard entrance of the base and Greystone breathed deep. The driver got directions, then sped forward. Seconds later, they stopped in front of Aviation. Greystone jumped out and ran toward the building.
As he hurried inside, Jamal jogged down the hall toward him. “Flight suit is in my office. The crew is arming up and running through a pre-flight check.”
As Greystone extended his hand, he smiled. “Ready to have some fun?”
Chuffing out a laugh, Jamal shook it. “You’re insane, you know that?”
“I love this job and I’m ready to do what I’ve been trained to do.” He disappeared into Jamal’s office, removed the black boots, tugged off the Kevlar vest, black shirt, and black pants.He stepped into the jumpsuit, zipped up, and tapped the comm, still nestled in his ear.
“Austin.”
“I’m here.”
“I love you.”
“This is bad, Grey.”
