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almost immediately, she was quickly on her feet and drawing out the two guns from her vest.
    Kala pulled back the mesh face-covering and spit out her oxygen device, pocketing it inside her vest. She squeezed her eyes open and shut a few times to regain her bearings. There was always a moment of disorientation no matter how disciplined she was, but Kala shook her head to keep focused. The last thing she needed was to be caught unaware by the terrorists who’d taken over the plane. Kala was still in shock that she was in Air Force One. As many high-ranking covert Ops she’d been a part of, Kala had never met the President. This wasn’t exactly the way she wanted to meet him, but saving his life from terrorists had a certain heroic majesty to it that Kala could appreciate.
    Aside from the urge to vomit up all the tequila she’d downed earlier that evening, Kala was ready to go. She’d landed in the back of the plane, in a room where office supplies were stored. Perfect place to rendezvous and take stock of the situation. A single door led to the main cabin in front of her, but it was closed. While Kala was waiting for the others to arrive, she crept up to the door and opened it a crack.
    The belly of the plane consisted of cushy leather chairs that looked like they belonged in a house, not on an airplane. They were arranged in rows, all facing a podium. Obviously the Press section of the plane. Kala cursed to herself. Normally in missions the whole team would be fully briefed of the location they were entering. But this?
    The orders from the higher-ups must have been fast and panicked for the operation to be this disorganized.
    Kala surveyed the area. The room was empty. She just hoped that Jack had a little more information to go on since the team was pretty much riding blind on this one.
    As if in answer to her request, Jack thumped to the ground behind her. The guy even managed to look graceful when doing a face-plant from the ceiling drop. For Kala there was no way to land with any kind of decorum when falling through a flying plane in a phase-suit. Kala had learned to take her SPLATs with a certain amount of humbleness.
    Jack was on his feet in seconds, shaking his arms and legs to rid himself of the disorientation. He pulled back his face-covering and spit out his oxygen mouth piece. Jack made eye contact with Kala, giving her a slight smile. “You good?” he asked.
    With all the adrenaline rushing through her system, Kala smiled back. “Yeah. The next room is clear. Where’s the President?”
    “In his main office. It’s at the forward end of the plane,” Jack answered.
    Kala knew then that Jack was privy to a lot more details of this mission than he had let on. She trusted him with her life, so as much as she wanted to inundate him with questions, Kala kept quiet.
    The rest of the crew hit the floor shortly thereafter. A few minutes of adjustment time and they were ready to go.
    Jack took the lead. The team went into their standard formation, which consisted of Jack up front, Kala, Derek and Lali in the back.
    Jack led them into the empty Press section. Everyone had their guns out and ready. Only Kala held both her guns, she felt more comfortable with two, ready to take down the men who held the President hostage.
    As they passed through the bolted leather recliners, Kala looked outside the small round windows. She realized that the plane was headed toward a large grid of lights: Washington D.C. The goal of these terrorists might be to crash the plane somewhere in the Capital. They needed to gain control of the plane immediately.
    Kala made brief eye contact with Derek behind her. She could tell he was thinking the same thing. An understanding passed between them. Kala knew that they’d both do anything to stop these crazies. Anything .
    Jack took them through five more sections of the aircraft, all empty. The whole situation reeked of strange. Normally, there’d be guards stationed along the way. Maybe the