to keep contributing to Dreamland and the Air Force and above all his countryâthose things had made him into a man to be admired, a real leader.
He would make an excellent President.
But should she urge him to run? Heâd have to give up a lot, from the trivialâhis skybox at the Nationalsâto things that had no price, like time with their daughter.
Breanna curled her feet under her, then tucked the robe around her. It was thick and warm, and reminded her of him.
She hadnât taken it by mistake.
She felt an urge to tell him about the planeâheâd know right off if the maneuvers were thesame as those programmed into the Flighthawks. He also might have a theory on why that was. Just a coincidence? Or much more?
But she couldnât.
If he ever did run for President, how many things would they never be able to share?
âNeed a refill?â Zen asked.
âNo, itâs full.â
Zen balanced the cup between his legs and wheeled himself back to the table. All these years, and he still insisted on an unpowered chair. There was more than a little macho masochism in him.
âWhatever you do, whenever you do it,â said Breanna, âTeri and I are with you.â
Zen smiled. That was one thing that hadnât changed, ever, and the way his eyes shone, it was clear it never would.
âThanks, babe,â he told her. âYou think we can go back to bed?â
âYou think we can sleep after all this coffee?â
âWho said anything about sleep?â
âHold that thought,â said Breanna, rising. âI have to make a phone call.â
D ESPITE THE HOUR , Ray Rubeo answered on the first ring.
âRay, itâs Breanna. IâIâm sorry to wake you.â
âYou didnât. Iâm working.â
âOh. OK. Listen I just talked to Danny. He said that Turk Mako has a theoryââ
âLet me guess. He sees parallels between the UAVs and some of our aircraft.â
âWell, yes,â said Breanna, surprised. âDid you talk to him?â
âNo. But Iâve noticed the parallels myself. I understand the implications,â he added. âIâm taking it very seriously.â
âIâm sure you are,â said Breanna. Rubeo took everything seriously.
âIs there anything else? I am in the middle of constructing a model.â
âNo, thatâs it. Iâll talk to you in the morning at the Cube.â
âVery well,â he said, hanging up.
11
Malaysia
T URK ROLLED OVER on the thin mattress in the trailer room. Though exhausted, he found it impossible to sleep. After heâd returned from the missionâthe Malaysians were bivouacked in tents near the trailersâheâd gone over the mission several times, first for Danny, then the Marines, then Danny again. By the time they were done, his brain was practically buzzing with the encounter; he saw it from all angles, even the enemy UAVs, though of course this was impossible. His mind wouldnât let go.
While he could get sleeping pills from thecorpsman assigned to the Marines, Turk didnât like to use them, or even the more conventional aids available in the form of bourbon, scotch, and beer. He stared at the ceiling, but his thoughts just wouldnât stop, and finally he got up, pulled on his bootsâhe slept in his clothesâand went out to see if a walk might help.
He heard someone throwing up in the bathroom. The door was open and he saw Lieutenant Rogers kneeling in front of the bowl.
âYou OK in there?â he asked.
âDamn food killed me,â said Rogers between heaves. âI feel like my stomach is being turned inside out.â
âIâll get the corpsman,â said Turk.
Rogers groaned, then went back to throwing up.
Turk headed toward the administrative trailer to look for the duty officer and find out who and where the medic was.
He was about halfway there when he heard a whistle
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