High Flight (Kirk McGarvey 5) by Hagberg David

Author:Hagberg, David [Hagberg, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Suspense, Fiction, Thrillers, Detective and Mystery Stories, Espionage, Adventure Stories, Sabotage, United States, Spy Stories, Japan, Aircraft Accidents, Aircraft Industry, Business Intelligence, United States - Foreign Economic Relations - Japan, Japan - Foreign Economic Relations - United States
ISBN: 9780765357427
Google: YguS1C7LLBMC
Amazon: 0765357429
Publisher: Macmillan
Published: 1995-01-02T05:00:00+00:00

the city. If Dulles were to be shut down after the air disasters, Air Force

One would still fly, controlled by the Air Force at Andrews. Louis was not

going to let that happen.

He got up and went to the wine storage room, the walls deeply charred.

They'd had a hell of a time stopping the fire from spreading to the rest of

the house. It would have been a total disaster. "Sorry, brother," he said. "I didn't know."

TWENTY-NINE

Mueller took the red-eye flight from Baltimore,

arriving in Oakland at midnight. An hour

later he retrieved his bag, rented a Chevy Lumina from Budget, and drove across the airport to the industrial park. He left the car behind the Mirimax Distributing Company's warehouse, took one of the Roach Motels, the Walkman, and a small set of tools from his bag, and made his way in the darkness to the rear of the Oakland Airport Commission building. The closed-circuit television camera was stationary, focused on a spot in front of the door, so Mueller was able to approach it from the side without being seen. He acti vated the Walkman, set it down beneath the camera, and

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went to work on the security-card door lock. Within a minute and a half he had the cover off and the code reader shunted. The door lock clicked, and he let himself in.

He went directly to the equipment room in the basement, defeated the

security-card door lock, and placed the Roach Motel behind one of the

electronic bays, pushing it as far back as he could reach.

Retracing his steps, he relocked the equipment-room door, and outside

relocked the back door, switched off the Walkman, and hurried back to his

car.

By 2:00 A.M. he was on the San Jose Freeway heading south.

Louis Zerkel presented himself to the Andrews Air Force Base public-affairs office a couple of minutes before eight in the morning. He had telephoned a few days ago about base tours. Nine other people were there, one of them a reporter for a small Midwestern newspaper who kept flashing his press card around and asking if it would be okay to take pictures for his readers. Their young WAF sergeant tour guide gave them packets containing brochures on the base's history, maps, charts, an Air Force recruiting poster, and a visitor badge. This was the base that protected Washington, and from this base presidents flew to and from the world's capitals on the "business of democracy." By 9:30 they had toured the operations center, meteorology, a fighter/interceptor hangar, and then headed to the top of the control tower for a view of the base. Louis held back so that he was the last one up the stairs into the glass-enclosed observation center. There was a moment when. the reporter was posing the operators for a picture when no one was looking toward the door. Louis slipped the Roach Motel out of his coat pocket and slipped it behind one of the consoles, pushing it way out of sight with his foot. He didn't think it was likely that the repeater would be found anyt1me soon.

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