It would only take him an hour to get to Rarotonga once he was aboard the Lynx. Marc thought about how nice it was to be able to do Mach five in a comfortable passenger jet. Blake had been taking care of things in Rarotonga for the two weeks Marc had been gone. He had gotten them clinic space that they would use until they acquired a hospital ship. He had even arranged to have their yacht, the Mea Huli, shipped to Rarotonga.
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“Admiral.”
“Yes, Lieutenant,” Admiral Michaels said.
“You asked for an update whenever we got unusual activity on Dr. McCormack.”
“Yes, I did. What’s going on now?”
“He just flew his wife and her grandparents, along with four elite scientists to the Cook Islands. Three scientists and the grandparents all have Alzheimer’s. The intercepted communications imply that he has a cure,” the Lieutenant said.
“That’s interesting,” the admiral said. “The Cook Islands?”
“Yes sir. His team has been there for sixteen days. They also ordered their yacht to be delivered there as well.”
“Let’s send someone down there to keep closer tabs on him.”
“Yes sir.”
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