Читать книгу Fri Nov 22 00:00:00 CST 2019 - Bryan Woolley - Страница 10

When Air Force One dropped below the clouds, its landing gear was whining and clunking into place. It wasn’t until then that the lights of the two cities became visible. Off the tip of the starboard wing, the skyline of Dallas protruded from the dark prairie. Thirty miles to the west, at the other end of a line of smaller towns, the fewer towers of Fort Worth shone through the rain. It was toward these that the big plane banked and descended onto Carswell Air Force Base, an outpost of the Strategic Air Command on the outskirts of the city.