Evelyn Hale looked at me with the same calm expression she wore when she told me my career was over for reasons of national stability.
“You made quite an entrance today,” she said.
“I was busy keeping people alive.”
“Yes. You always were inconveniently good at that.”
Caleb stepped closer.
“Director, this is not the time.”
Her eyes did not leave mine.
“On the contrary. This is exactly the time. She spoke a buried call sign on an open emergency frequency. Half the passengers recorded military assets responding to her. By midnight, the world will be asking why a flight attendant can summon F-22s by using a name that officially never existed.”
