The Weight of Iron and Air: A Chronicle of the Terminal Protocol
CHAPTER 1: THE FRICTION OF FLIGHTLINE ASPHALT The heat rising from the tarmac was thick enough to taste, a heavy cocktail of vaporized jet fuel and sun-bleached asphalt. John “Mac” MacAllister didn’t shift his weight. He kept his boots planted on the cracked white paint of the staging line, his arms hanging loose at his…