XIX
The Flying Grayson
Captain Richard Grayson was ready.
They were flying across the Atlantic in a Lockheed Starlifter after hours of careful preparation and equipment checks. Their ETA over the Kahndaqi border was now 5 hours and he had been briefed. He would try to grab 3 hours of shut eye if he could before final suit checks.
The plan was simple. Fly in, steal the core, fly out. Don't get caught and don't get shot. Who said espionage was dead? He felt a little like James Bond, but there would be no girls and no martinis on this mission. The stealth armor was loaded with all possible specs, maps, and profiles he would ever need. He had been taken through one hundred different scenarios and their outcomes.
There was something different about this warhead. No one had said it directly, but he was smart enough to know this wasn't your typical core. His commanding officers had made it simple; they wanted the core. Kahndaq was dangerous enough already, but if they had managed to get their hands on an experimental nuke, all the more reason for urgency. It had to be urgent. There was no way this should have been a solo mission. One malfunction with the prototype stealth armor and this was an international incident…
And Wayne Industries would be in the world's cross hairs. As far as he knew, he was wearing the only body armor in the world that turned you invisible. Don't get caught, don't get shot. In and out... Everyone's counting on you.
Breathe, Grayson, breathe.
Author's Note: Sorry for the short installments. Chapter 4 is a prelude to the action in Chapter 5, which will be more substantial.