“When did he get here?” the taller of the two men asked, pulling a hefty book off the shelf.
“A few minutes ago.”
“How’d he go?”
“Plane, small-engine.”
“Shit. All alone?”
The shorter man nodded. “Yep.”
“The fool — he’s early. Look.” He pointed at Gregory Donahue, D.O.D. — May 28th, 2064.
