Jihad

CHAPTER 136

There were seven large ships within three miles of LOOP, and another dozen or so within an hour’s sailing time. And that didn’t count another dozen or so merchant ships near Port Fourchon, let alone the myriad of small vessels scattered offshore.

“All right. The coast guard is working from the west,” Dean told the pilot, relaying what Telach had told him. “There are two ships coming up from the southeast we want to check on.”

The pilot stared at him. Dean realized that he had forgotten to pretend to use his phone.

“I can’t explain the communications system. It’s classified, all right?”

“Yeah, not a problem. We have enough fuel to buzz one or two, but then we absolutely have to head inland to land.”

Dean spotted a helicopter on the LOOP platform.

“There’s a helipad on the LOOP platform,” said Dean. “You think you can refuel there?”

“If they let me, sure.”

“They’ll let you,” said Dean. “Don’t sweat it.”