“Thirty minutes.”
“We can’t wait that long.”
“Then leave.”
Her husband spoke urgently in Turkish.
Leyla’s expression hardened.
She looked toward the airfield.
“You have two aircraft available. One military transport and one medical jet.”
“Which is faster?” I asked.
“The medical jet.”
“Range?”
“It can reach Geneva without refueling.”
“Take it,” Adam ordered.
He pointed toward me, Wynn, and Hawk.
“We go to Switzerland. Ghost takes Boone and Russ to Garrison Eighteen in the transport.”
Wynn stepped closer to the photograph.
“What if Kane expects us to divide?”
“He does,” I said.
“Then he’ll have teams waiting at both locations.”
“Yes.”
Her eyes found mine.
“Which group does he believe is weaker?”
“The hospital team,” Adam said.
Boone raised one eyebrow.
“Excuse me?”
“Kane knows Lucas will go with Wynn,” Adam continued. “He knows I’ll command the Geneva operation, and he knows we’ll need Hawk to defeat the vault security.”
Russ nodded.
“That leaves us.”
Boone looked between the two groups.
“So Kane thinks I’m weak?”
“You have a badly injured ankle,” Hawk said. “And you were unconscious after the crash.”