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a break because of Senator Hokanson,” McDaniels added.
“Call me Ken, Diane. I’m a little surprised to see you two together. I read the transcript of your call down from the mountain. You weren’t too happy with Cold here.”
“We… ah…” Reskova stammered out, not knowing how to proceed. She was not to advertise the fact McDaniels would be working with her task force.
“It’s okay, I’m with the Air Marshals,” Folley said, lowering his voice. “We heard there would be two FBI agents on the plane and one of them spoke the lingo of our adversary. Cold here wasn’t in handcuffs. I know he speaks about twenty languages, so…”
“You’re in the Air Marshal service, huh?” McDaniels lowered his voice too. “How many of you guys will be on the flight with us?”
“Me and three others. We were relieved and pissed at the same time when that reporter made us look bad over the Syrian musician thing. When I heard we’d be having FBI company this time I thought maybe you folks had decided to show us up again.”
“We didn’t do too well either,” Reskova replied. “It wasn’t your service that met those jerks and missed the expired Visa dates. If the State Department is going to insist on letting the enemy exploit our goofy travel policies, we should at least learn to read dates correctly.”
Chapter 6
Apache Upbringing
Folley was silent for a moment, looking at Reskova speculatively. Reskova figured he was trying to discern if she meant the comment she had just made. Folley seemed to reach a decision.
Folley smiled. “Thank you. How’s John and Sara, Cold?”
“They passed away while I was in Iraq,” McDaniels replied.
“I’m sorry to hear it,” Folley said somberly. “They had a long life though.”
“Thanks. You’re right. They were both almost ninety. John went first. When Sara wrote me about his funeral, I could tell from her words she was changed. I called her from overseas. She mostly sounded lost. I put in a call a month later when my letters went unanswered, but she had already passed on too.”
“You weren’t one of the marshals on that flight, were you, Ken?” McDaniels asked, changing the subject.
“No, but I’ve noticed more than a few flights I thought were dry runs. They weren’t on a scale like that one, but they were overt enough for me to report the incidents. Nothing was done, of course, with that pinhead Minetta in charge of Transportation.”
Reskova and McDaniels both laughed at Folley’s reference.
“Diane and I were talking about Normy ourselves.”
“Were you two together overseas?” Reskova asked.
“Ken here ferried us in and out of a few bad spots in Afghanistan. He took a round in the leg towards the end. He’s a Major in the air force.”
“Retired. I never thought I’d see you again after I left the hospital. I should have looked you up. It took some time to come to grips with civilian life again. Did you end up sticking it out with Delta or did you get drafted by Langley?”
“I sort of ended up shifting back and forth until after Naseria,” McDaniels answered. “Langley needed more intel and we started playing kissy face with the local thugs instead of…”
“Cutting all their heads off?” Reskova broke in, evoking a laugh from Folley.
“Okay, I walked right into that one. So, you guys get briefed on this bunch doing the dry run, Ken?”
“We’re in the dark again,” Folley admitted as the waitress brought their orders. “All we really know is you two would be on the flight with us. What were you two supposed to do, other than the Colonel here listening in?”
“That was all I was told,” Reskova replied.
“They’re all getting seated together, whether they like it or not,” Folley informed them. “There will probably be a dust up about it at check-in when they get told they won’t be getting the seats they asked for. They wanted to be dispersed throughout the plane as if they didn’t know each
“Call me Ken, Diane. I’m a little surprised to see you two together. I read the transcript of your call down from the mountain. You weren’t too happy with Cold here.”
“We… ah…” Reskova stammered out, not knowing how to proceed. She was not to advertise the fact McDaniels would be working with her task force.
“It’s okay, I’m with the Air Marshals,” Folley said, lowering his voice. “We heard there would be two FBI agents on the plane and one of them spoke the lingo of our adversary. Cold here wasn’t in handcuffs. I know he speaks about twenty languages, so…”
“You’re in the Air Marshal service, huh?” McDaniels lowered his voice too. “How many of you guys will be on the flight with us?”
“Me and three others. We were relieved and pissed at the same time when that reporter made us look bad over the Syrian musician thing. When I heard we’d be having FBI company this time I thought maybe you folks had decided to show us up again.”
“We didn’t do too well either,” Reskova replied. “It wasn’t your service that met those jerks and missed the expired Visa dates. If the State Department is going to insist on letting the enemy exploit our goofy travel policies, we should at least learn to read dates correctly.”
Chapter 6
Apache Upbringing
Folley was silent for a moment, looking at Reskova speculatively. Reskova figured he was trying to discern if she meant the comment she had just made. Folley seemed to reach a decision.
Folley smiled. “Thank you. How’s John and Sara, Cold?”
“They passed away while I was in Iraq,” McDaniels replied.
“I’m sorry to hear it,” Folley said somberly. “They had a long life though.”
“Thanks. You’re right. They were both almost ninety. John went first. When Sara wrote me about his funeral, I could tell from her words she was changed. I called her from overseas. She mostly sounded lost. I put in a call a month later when my letters went unanswered, but she had already passed on too.”
“You weren’t one of the marshals on that flight, were you, Ken?” McDaniels asked, changing the subject.
“No, but I’ve noticed more than a few flights I thought were dry runs. They weren’t on a scale like that one, but they were overt enough for me to report the incidents. Nothing was done, of course, with that pinhead Minetta in charge of Transportation.”
Reskova and McDaniels both laughed at Folley’s reference.
“Diane and I were talking about Normy ourselves.”
“Were you two together overseas?” Reskova asked.
“Ken here ferried us in and out of a few bad spots in Afghanistan. He took a round in the leg towards the end. He’s a Major in the air force.”
“Retired. I never thought I’d see you again after I left the hospital. I should have looked you up. It took some time to come to grips with civilian life again. Did you end up sticking it out with Delta or did you get drafted by Langley?”
“I sort of ended up shifting back and forth until after Naseria,” McDaniels answered. “Langley needed more intel and we started playing kissy face with the local thugs instead of…”
“Cutting all their heads off?” Reskova broke in, evoking a laugh from Folley.
“Okay, I walked right into that one. So, you guys get briefed on this bunch doing the dry run, Ken?”
“We’re in the dark again,” Folley admitted as the waitress brought their orders. “All we really know is you two would be on the flight with us. What were you two supposed to do, other than the Colonel here listening in?”
“That was all I was told,” Reskova replied.
“They’re all getting seated together, whether they like it or not,” Folley informed them. “There will probably be a dust up about it at check-in when they get told they won’t be getting the seats they asked for. They wanted to be dispersed throughout the plane as if they didn’t know each
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