The Hangar
Floyd Bennett Field, Brooklyn
June 15, 2:25 a.m. EST
Mr. Church set the phone down and stared at it. His hands were balled into fists on top of his desk blotter.
Then he snatched the phone up again and punched a speed dial.
“Yo,” said Aunt Sallie after two rings.
“Auntie, the situation in Iran has just gotten significantly worse.”
“We’re hunting nukes, Deke, how much fucking worse can it-?”
“Captain Ledger is being hunted by Red Knights.”
There was a stunned silence on the phone, and then Aunt Sallie whispered, “Oh my God!”