CHAPTER 1 HERCULES
Even by aircraft standards the toilet inside a C5 transport plane is cramped. James Adams had a shoulder touching the plastic wall on either side of him as he leaned over the steel bowl, looking at flecks of his lunch in the disinfectant-blue water.
His girlfriend, Dana Smith, yelled from outside. “Are you okay?”
James had pressed the flush and didn’t hear her voice over the roaring turboprop engines as his puke got...