and. It hit the marble floor of the Manhattan

custom wool trousers. The heat b

es turned stark white. The plast

yelled into

le

open. His assistant

his computer terminal. His fingers hammered the k

ilitary-grade satellite tracking map appe

map. It locked onto a rem

e from his pocket. He pressed the single red button. The family emergency line. The activatio

ead of a massive mahogany table. Th

pe watch vibrated. The face

r chair. It tipped backward and crashed onto the

in front of a chalkboard. He was

the red alert. He dropped the chalk. It shattered on the

stood at the firing range. The s

k comms device. Johnie looked at the screen. He handed his r

dirt set. Cameras rolled. A mass

the cameras and the bewildered crew toward the edge of the lot, where his personal Ducati motorcycle was parked. He threw his

looking the Hudson River, three black helicopters

r. He carried a silver trauma kit

men in black tactical gear flanke

whipped their clothes. It blew

the pad. They banked s

re video link. They were already mobilizing their own private jets and tactical teams from thei

e Pennsylvania State Police Commissioner. The

loud layer. They flew at maximum speed,