Brady and Elise exchanged a grim look. Neither spoke. Brady's chest had tightened at Dan's words, and he felt fear for the first time since he was a kid in basic training and had his first brush with his own mortality. The small team boarded the helo and lifted off. Brady focused on the micro, trying to figure out where Lana might've gone. At last, he set it down and gazed out at the terrain below. Dan was right. There was no real way to know which route she might've taken. He hoped there was some clue at her home.