RYAN FOLLOWED MICK KING off the airliner. At the bottom of the steps was somebody who had to be from Century House. Ryan saw that the man was staring right at him.
"Dr. Ryan, could you come with me, please? We'll have a man get your bags," the fellow promised.
"Where now?"
"We have a helicopter to take you to RAF Mildenhall, and—"
"My ass. I don't do helicopters since one nearly killed me. How far is it?"
"An hour and a half's drive."
"Good. Get a car," Jack ordered. Then he turned. "Thanks for the try, guys." Sparrow, King, and the rest shook his hand. They had indeed all tried, even though no one would ever know about their effort. Then Jack wondered what Tom Sharp would be doing with Strokov, and decided that Mick King was right. He really didn't want to know.