Agent "Ronnie" Vagnetti starts her search for the missing Halo.
The Halo Revelations
Ronnie wasn’t cold as she stood waiting in the dark recesses
of the rear hospital parking lot. She rarely wore more than her familiar blue
cardigan, even in the coldest of weather. She tilted her head and listened. No
one would take much notice of a helicopter touching down near a hospital. It
wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, but it usually happened on a helipad on the
roof. Crittenton — the hospital where Liz was employed — was only a few blocks
west of the Farraday’s. It was the perfect spot. If all went well, the
helicopter wouldn’t be on the ground long enough to arouse any suspicions. She
lifted her head toward the familiar sound of the blades. In a few minutes she
would be at nearby Bishop Airport in Flint where a Gulfstream 650, with a
cruising speed of 700mph, was waiting to take her to San Francisco.