know what was going on Wolf?” Mozart asked in a low voice so no one around would overhear. They all knew if they’d taken a drink most likely everyone on the plane would be dead—them included. It was a sobering thought, but nothing they hadn’t been through before. Wolf shook his head. “I didn’t. It was Caroline.” “Who?” Abe asked confused. “The woman sitting next to me. The brunette.” “The one who gave us the messages,” Mozart offered with certainty. Wolf nodded. “She’s a chemist and smelled something off with the ice. She wouldn’t let me drink my orange juice.” The men were quiet and digested what Wolf said, realizing they owed their lives to the woman. While they were used to using whatever they had to in order to be successful, none of them could remember a time when a civilian woman’s actions had unequivocally saved their lives. The threesome continued to discuss what had happened. Abe and Mozart had also seen the effect the drinks had on the other passengers and were biding their time until Wolf was ready to move. They’d instinctively known Wolf would take the terrorist in the cockpit out since he was closest to the front, just as the others would take out the remaining men. “What happened to the third man while you were taking care of the other two?” Wolf asked. “He was in the aisle fighting with that woman,” Mozart answered. “I took care of him and went up to assist you. You know the rest, she was up front and you asked her to get the co-pilot.” “Was she hurt?” Wolf asked Mozart, regretting he hadn’t been able to talk to Caroline after everything had started happening. “I don’t think so. I asked if she was okay when I went to the back, she nodded, but I didn’t get to talk to her after that.” Mozart replied nonchalantly. “What do you think she said to the Feds?” Abe asked quietly. They knew they hadn’t done anything wrong, but at the same time, they didn’t want to be the subject of the media’s attention either. They had a job they had to do in a couple of weeks and media attention wouldn’t be good. “I have no idea, but they didn’t come in asking us more questions, and there was no media when we checked in,” Mozart said thoughtfully. “About that…did you guys sense anything weird about the Feds that interviewed us?” Wolf asked his teammates. “Yeah, I was going to bring that up. They seemed more interested in how we knew what was going down than about who the terrorists were or how they managed to get those knives on board.” Abe had spoken, but all three men knew something was off. Mozart added his say as well. “It’s obviously important to know how we found out about their hijacking attempt, but it’s also very strange they didn’t spend as much time trying to figure out how it was all planned.” “I’ll talk to the commander when we land in Norfolk. Tell him our concerns and see what he can figure out. It’s horrible timing with our upcoming mission though. We don’t have time to look into it ourselves. Besides there’s no way the Feds will talk to us about it. We’ll have to leave it in the commander’s hands.” Wolf was frustrated. They were missing something, but he didn’t know what. If they were back at the base, they’d be able to spend more time trying to figure it out. Wolf had been so looking forward to this vacation, and now he didn’t think he’d be able to enjoy it. He’d do what he could from Virginia to look into it though. His gut was screaming at him, there’s no way he could drop it. The men heard a commotion at the bar. They looked over and saw a couple of the women from the plane and two of the businessmen. They were laughing loudly and had obviously imbibed a few too many alcoholic beverages. Obviously this was the hotel the airlines had sent them to after they were allowed to leave the airport. The SEALs had been quietly offered a free room after they’d talked to