Politics of Blood (Gray Spear Society, #8)

by Alex Siegel

cockpit. "That's not a private jet," President Haley exclaimed. "That's a damned B-1B bomber!" "The Air Force had a few spares," Ethel said sweetly, "so I took one. It's nice and roomy inside, and fast." "I presume it's armed." "Standard stuff. Flares, chaff, radar jammers, heat seekers, and a few Crackerjack missiles." He stared at her. "Those are top secret prototypes." "Correct." She nodded. "Four of them are in my plane. I promised you safe transport." The group consisted of Aaron, Tawni, Ethel, Boreas, and Haley. Their footsteps echoed as they walked across the concrete floor of the hangar. Two men were standing at attention beside the plane. They wore civilian clothes but their bearing was military. Ethel introduced them. "This is my pilot, Tom. Will is the copilot and flight engineer. Tom, we have some extra passengers tonight. All of us are going to Washington, DC." Tom was short and thin, but all the meat on him was muscle. He had a full head of light brown hair. "Yes, ma'am," he said. "Which airport?" "We want to make a very discreet entrance." "Then I suggest Montgomery County." Tom turned to Haley. "I'm sure you've heard this before, but you look exactly like President Haley. It's amazing. You even have the right suit." Haley smiled. "That's because I am President Haley." "Huh?" Tom's eyes widened. "I had no idea you were a member of the Society."