The Antonov/Lockheed C-5 Galaxy X made a large sweeping arc over the port drawing the attention of all on the ground below. Her massive Olympia VTOL engines roared under the strain of the great black leviathan as she circled to land.

“What the hell was that?” the tech asked turning to Nick.

“Trouble,” he replied. Nick knew exactly what that jet represented, though he’d not seen one since the war. “That’s a REACT mobile command center.”

“Shit just hit the fan, eh bossman?”

“In more ways than you can even imagine. Backup all your data, send it to me on an encrypted channel… I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

“Will do, anything else?”

“Yeah, I don’t care how but, keep everyone out of this area, K?”

“Yes sir.”

The tech no more finished speaking before dispatch was paging Nick on the com. A Major Morris was demanding that Nick go to meet him… yesterday.

“Uh oh Nicki,” Stahl said gleefully as he turned the corner, “looks like you’re the Agency’s new bitch.”

“Piss off cocksucker,” Nick replied.