The Infected 3: Cast Iron by P. S. Power Read Free Book Online

don’t think Proxy will kill him just to get at some police. We’ll keep Mark as a back-up, if it comes to it. Any questions?” They should have had them, but no one asked anything yet. That could be nerves, lack of confidence or simply not understanding what their job really was yet.
    Either way she would have liked the questions better.
    “Good. Let’s get packed, we leave as soon as the plane is ready.”
     
     
     
     
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    The only problem with the plane ride was that the jet only had twelve seats in all. As far as the comfy plush ones went anyway. There were a few more, for the cabin crew, but they were small and isolated from the main section, situated near the front. That normally wouldn’t have been an issue, since they didn’t travel in large sections like they were at the moment for pleasure, and Level, Lauren, Marcia reminded herself, using the woman’s real name, wasn’t using a seat. They were all too small for her anyway, so she had to sit in the middle of the isle, her weight centered over the wings. She was heavy, but not so much the pilot had a problem with it once she was in a balanced position. That still left them with seventeen people to find a place for.
    Bridget, Scott and Charlot Chambers daughter felt that she should get to come along, since her parents were and it was kind of vacation oriented for Brian. He was her friend after all, and one of the only people that the girl would listen to all the time. She was about to just drop the girl in next to him for that very reason when a voice spoke in her ear, reminding her that Penny was around too. She’d forgotten the girl. That was bad. Not uncommon for her at all, but she might need the woman for her secret mission, so making her feel like she didn’t matter wouldn’t work very well.
    “Do we get peanuts on this flight do you think?” She was playing, of course, but they probably would get some snacks or something. There was a cabin crew, which today was made up of one slightly annoyed looking crew cut of a man that was clearly assigned from one of the alphabet agencies to keep tabs on them. He wore military fatigues and looked hard, but she figured him as NSA, rather than the Marine his uniform indicated he was supposed to be. The stance was different for one thing. The NSA tended to be a little loose and sloppy about things like that and marines weren’t. The man would have done better pretending to be ex-army, but she wasn’t going to give him hints and tips on spy craft. It wasn’t her job.
    Brian turned and looked at the girl sitting next to him, or at least Marcia figured that’s what he was doing and spoke, not having an ear piece like she did. He didn’t need one, since he could just see and hear Cellophane normally. No one knew why it worked, but the best guess was that Penny needed him too, so he did it. It wasn’t a very technical guess, but the psych people had just kind of shrugged when they mentioned it and everyone else had finally gone along with the idea.
    “I don’t know if we get anything to eat on the flight or not. Are you hungry? I guess we could grab something before we go.” He glanced across from him at Karen, who was his girlfriend after all as well as a font of compassion, she looked worried for half a second, but then shook her head.
    “No need. Mark and Warren are taking care of that for us. I think we have to be in the air first though, for safety?” The woman smiled at the clump of show people that were all sitting together, and pointed to the very large blue camp cooler tucked behind the second row of seats. They had the space in the cabin, just not the chairs. Finally she just stood and looked around as yet another person came in. Then two more.
    Three black suited agents. One of them Reyes, which instantly got her attention. He might know something about what she was planning to do, if he hadn’t been invited in too. That kind of information could be dangerous if too many