Chapter 1: My Son and I Secretly Got on My h007

The forward cabin door of the Boeing 737 was not opened by a gate agent.

It was obliterated inward by an eighty-pound linear hydraulic tactical breaching ram!

CRASH-ROAR-SHATTER.

Through the pulverized breach, moving with fluid, terrifying mechanical velocity…

Poured twelve operators from the United States Navy Special Warfare Development Group (DEVGRU Red Squadron)!

In sterile dark-charcoal Nomex cold-weather drysuits, Level IV boron-carbide plate carriers, and Ops-Core ballistic helmets with four-tube panoramic night-vision brackets folded onto their foreheads, they swept the forward galley!

Across their chests hung suppressed SIG Sauer MCX Rattlers, their weapon-mounted PEQ-15 infrared lasers cutting through the cabin air in twelve razor-sharp needles of incandescent crimson light!

“FEDERAL INQUEST!

CORDON ESTABLISHED!

ALL OCCUPANTS SPREAD YOUR FINGERS FLAT ON THE BULKHEADS!

DO NOT REACH FOR POCKETS!”

Two crimson laser dots locked dead-center onto Tyler Mercer’s forehead!

Two locked onto Vanessa Sterling’s five-carat diamond ring!

Two locked onto the leather flight kit sitting at Tyler’s feet!

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