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to the gate and some military dude asks me what the hell I’m doing on his base?”
“Don’t worry about it. You’re officially on the invite list. They’ll have your name at the guard gate. But whatever you do, don’t forget your driver’s license. You’ll never get in here without that.”
“Hey, now don’t forget, you promised me you’d take me on the Jodie Foster tour. I expect to see anywhere they filmed The Silence of the Lambs ,” said Cade.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ve got your lamb right here. Just have the Marine guard point you over to the dorms. I’m in the middle building, on the fourth floor. Room 463.”
Thursday came quickly, and once home, Cade realized how much crap he had yet to pack for the weekend. The plan was to leave early to avoid the traffic and to get a start on the ten-and-a-half-hour drive. Not that he minded it—the drive would give him some time to decompress and see a bit of the country he hadn’t seen. The last time he’d been in DC was in the seventh grade. All the school safety patrols from the county piled onto a train, with a mass of parent-chaperones in tow, and struck out to see the capital. That was four years before the 9/11 attacks. Now security was tighter. I bet they don’t show up at the White House with a ton of kids and ask to see the President anymore . He laughed. He was really looking forward to seeing Kyle.
Kyle had been like a guide his freshman year, steering him through all the boneheaded mistakes he was walking into. Cade thought back about going to Kyle’s home in Savannah that first year. They had some good times. Kyle, though, was a bit of a dichotomy. He could just about party anybody under the table, yet there was a serious side to him. Even being just a college kid, anywhere he was, Kyle always studied the situation. He had a sixth sense. He’d walk into a room, stop, turn around, and pull Cade out. It was like Kyle could smell trouble before it happened. His sense of smell for trouble didn’t cause him to avoid it himself though. If ever there was a drunken asshole at one of the frat parties, Kyle would position himself close enough to pound the guy if needed. And pound he did. Cade saw him tangle with a belligerent redneck at a sorority social one time. It was like watching a cat with fists made of bricks. His quickness was amazing. Kyle was everything Cade was not. That’s why one of them was in the FBI and the other was working a server room. The truth though was that Kyle was very proud of Cade. Cade had been just a scared little kid that first day of freshman year, and today he had made something of himself.
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Cade was pretty pleased with himself for getting out of town so early that Friday morning. He woke up much earlier than his alarm, probably due to the anticipation, and spent no time stuck in traffic. He didn’t really mind the driving. The truth was, he was really excited to be seeing Kyle. He and “Cool Mac” had become even better friends after undergrad. In the past year though, they didn’t get much time together, and Cade hoped this would be one last weekend of fun before Kyle headed out to his duty station. Kyle had been assigned to the San Diego field office—a prime assignment, to say the least. Lots of new agents instead find themselves assigned to Detroit or Jersey City or some place that looked like a desert wasteland near the border with Mexico.
No, Kyle had really lucked out. Come to think of it, thought Cade, I doubt he lucked out. I bet he won that placement like he’s won out so many other things in his life. Kyle was the kind of guy that always had a plan. Even back in school, Kyle mapped out his future. He knew where he wanted to go from the time he was a teenager. Cade, on the other hand, more or less bumbled his way into wherever he ended up. Not that he was complaining. It was a good thing he’d never wanted to be a doctor or an FBI agent or anything like that,
“Don’t worry about it. You’re officially on the invite list. They’ll have your name at the guard gate. But whatever you do, don’t forget your driver’s license. You’ll never get in here without that.”
“Hey, now don’t forget, you promised me you’d take me on the Jodie Foster tour. I expect to see anywhere they filmed The Silence of the Lambs ,” said Cade.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ve got your lamb right here. Just have the Marine guard point you over to the dorms. I’m in the middle building, on the fourth floor. Room 463.”
Thursday came quickly, and once home, Cade realized how much crap he had yet to pack for the weekend. The plan was to leave early to avoid the traffic and to get a start on the ten-and-a-half-hour drive. Not that he minded it—the drive would give him some time to decompress and see a bit of the country he hadn’t seen. The last time he’d been in DC was in the seventh grade. All the school safety patrols from the county piled onto a train, with a mass of parent-chaperones in tow, and struck out to see the capital. That was four years before the 9/11 attacks. Now security was tighter. I bet they don’t show up at the White House with a ton of kids and ask to see the President anymore . He laughed. He was really looking forward to seeing Kyle.
Kyle had been like a guide his freshman year, steering him through all the boneheaded mistakes he was walking into. Cade thought back about going to Kyle’s home in Savannah that first year. They had some good times. Kyle, though, was a bit of a dichotomy. He could just about party anybody under the table, yet there was a serious side to him. Even being just a college kid, anywhere he was, Kyle always studied the situation. He had a sixth sense. He’d walk into a room, stop, turn around, and pull Cade out. It was like Kyle could smell trouble before it happened. His sense of smell for trouble didn’t cause him to avoid it himself though. If ever there was a drunken asshole at one of the frat parties, Kyle would position himself close enough to pound the guy if needed. And pound he did. Cade saw him tangle with a belligerent redneck at a sorority social one time. It was like watching a cat with fists made of bricks. His quickness was amazing. Kyle was everything Cade was not. That’s why one of them was in the FBI and the other was working a server room. The truth though was that Kyle was very proud of Cade. Cade had been just a scared little kid that first day of freshman year, and today he had made something of himself.
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Cade was pretty pleased with himself for getting out of town so early that Friday morning. He woke up much earlier than his alarm, probably due to the anticipation, and spent no time stuck in traffic. He didn’t really mind the driving. The truth was, he was really excited to be seeing Kyle. He and “Cool Mac” had become even better friends after undergrad. In the past year though, they didn’t get much time together, and Cade hoped this would be one last weekend of fun before Kyle headed out to his duty station. Kyle had been assigned to the San Diego field office—a prime assignment, to say the least. Lots of new agents instead find themselves assigned to Detroit or Jersey City or some place that looked like a desert wasteland near the border with Mexico.
No, Kyle had really lucked out. Come to think of it, thought Cade, I doubt he lucked out. I bet he won that placement like he’s won out so many other things in his life. Kyle was the kind of guy that always had a plan. Even back in school, Kyle mapped out his future. He knew where he wanted to go from the time he was a teenager. Cade, on the other hand, more or less bumbled his way into wherever he ended up. Not that he was complaining. It was a good thing he’d never wanted to be a doctor or an FBI agent or anything like that,
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