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bring about some much-needed change.
“I need to know where Keene and Taylor are leaving from,” Boz said to the president as he reentered the room.
President Grant crinkled his brow. “I’m not sure I know what you mean.”
“Oh, yeah. Sorry,” Boz said, realizing that he had started in the middle of the conversation. “Keene and Taylor are leaving for Chicago. I need to go with them. Where would they be leaving from?”
President Grant nodded and picked up the phone.
“Director Jennings…. I’m fine, thank you. I need some information, if you would be so kind…. Thank you. Mr. Keene is leaving for Chicago, I understand…. Yes, I would like to know where from…. Thank you.”
President Grant placed the receiver back in its cradle and smiled at his friend. “Being the president does have its perks every now and again.”
Boz smiled, knowing that his friend was a very humble man who would never use his office for personal gain. Even so, he had to agree with him. It did have its advantages.
“Reagan National,” President Grant said. “Private terminal, hangar three. Gulf Stream-5. They’re leaving in less than an hour.”
“Then I’ll bid you good day, Mr. President.”
“I’ll have one of my detail take you there. You’ll be there when they arrive.”
“Thanks. That’s probably not a bad idea, seeing how they don’t know I’m coming.” He smiled.
Keene pulled the Pathfinder through the security gate, flashed his ID and made his way to the newly added private hangars at Reagan National. The airport had been under reconstruction for more than a decade and now was fully operational. The big hangar’s doors were swinging open as Keene pulled the truck over to the side and parked. He and Taylor jumped out and walked to the waiting Gulf Stream jet. He was not at all happy at what he saw standing at the top of the stairs.
“Hello!” Boz shouted over the whining of the jet engines. “Good to see you again!”
Keene pushed his way past the man and threw his bag onto one of the empty couches that lined the side of the midsized jet.
“What are you doing here?” Keene asked.
“Well, unless I’m mistaken,” Boz said, “I’m going to Chicago with you.”
“And how, exactly, did you come to find out where we are going?” Keene shot a cross look at Taylor, who shifted her eyes away.
“You could say I’m very resourceful, Mr. Keene,” Boz answered.
Keene fumed. Taylor must have talked to the man and told him where they were headed.
The personal flight attendant for the aircraft secured the door and knocked on the door to the cockpit to let the pilots know they were ready. Keene moved past her and took his seat beside Taylor. He leaned over and whispered in her ear.
“You do this to me again, I don’t care what the president says, I’ll be working this on my own. We clear?”
He pulled back and gave her an icy stare. Impressively, she didn’t budge. Rather, she matched his glare with one of her own. And leaned over to reply.
“You threaten me again, Keene, and I’ll get out my laptop and personally make sure that every agency in the world has you on their number-one priority list. Are
we
clear?”
The plane rocked back and forth as it made its way out onto the runway. Keene and Taylor sat back in their chairs, avoiding each other’s gaze. Boz, who had been in the back, came up front and sat down in the chair facing them. He had some bottled water in his hands and tossed one to each of them, as he sat down and buckled up.
“Make sure you drink plenty. Chicago’s cold and dry. And we’re going to be flying at forty thousand feet. Wanna make sure we’re plenty hydrated, in case we need to chase someone down.”
Keene huffed to himself.
“What’s that, Mr. Keene? Did you say something?” Boz asked.
Keene just looked at the man and twisted the cap off his water. “Thanks, chapy.”
Aside from the roar of the engines, the cabin was silent. No one spoke as the
“I need to know where Keene and Taylor are leaving from,” Boz said to the president as he reentered the room.
President Grant crinkled his brow. “I’m not sure I know what you mean.”
“Oh, yeah. Sorry,” Boz said, realizing that he had started in the middle of the conversation. “Keene and Taylor are leaving for Chicago. I need to go with them. Where would they be leaving from?”
President Grant nodded and picked up the phone.
“Director Jennings…. I’m fine, thank you. I need some information, if you would be so kind…. Thank you. Mr. Keene is leaving for Chicago, I understand…. Yes, I would like to know where from…. Thank you.”
President Grant placed the receiver back in its cradle and smiled at his friend. “Being the president does have its perks every now and again.”
Boz smiled, knowing that his friend was a very humble man who would never use his office for personal gain. Even so, he had to agree with him. It did have its advantages.
“Reagan National,” President Grant said. “Private terminal, hangar three. Gulf Stream-5. They’re leaving in less than an hour.”
“Then I’ll bid you good day, Mr. President.”
“I’ll have one of my detail take you there. You’ll be there when they arrive.”
“Thanks. That’s probably not a bad idea, seeing how they don’t know I’m coming.” He smiled.
Keene pulled the Pathfinder through the security gate, flashed his ID and made his way to the newly added private hangars at Reagan National. The airport had been under reconstruction for more than a decade and now was fully operational. The big hangar’s doors were swinging open as Keene pulled the truck over to the side and parked. He and Taylor jumped out and walked to the waiting Gulf Stream jet. He was not at all happy at what he saw standing at the top of the stairs.
“Hello!” Boz shouted over the whining of the jet engines. “Good to see you again!”
Keene pushed his way past the man and threw his bag onto one of the empty couches that lined the side of the midsized jet.
“What are you doing here?” Keene asked.
“Well, unless I’m mistaken,” Boz said, “I’m going to Chicago with you.”
“And how, exactly, did you come to find out where we are going?” Keene shot a cross look at Taylor, who shifted her eyes away.
“You could say I’m very resourceful, Mr. Keene,” Boz answered.
Keene fumed. Taylor must have talked to the man and told him where they were headed.
The personal flight attendant for the aircraft secured the door and knocked on the door to the cockpit to let the pilots know they were ready. Keene moved past her and took his seat beside Taylor. He leaned over and whispered in her ear.
“You do this to me again, I don’t care what the president says, I’ll be working this on my own. We clear?”
He pulled back and gave her an icy stare. Impressively, she didn’t budge. Rather, she matched his glare with one of her own. And leaned over to reply.
“You threaten me again, Keene, and I’ll get out my laptop and personally make sure that every agency in the world has you on their number-one priority list. Are
we
clear?”
The plane rocked back and forth as it made its way out onto the runway. Keene and Taylor sat back in their chairs, avoiding each other’s gaze. Boz, who had been in the back, came up front and sat down in the chair facing them. He had some bottled water in his hands and tossed one to each of them, as he sat down and buckled up.
“Make sure you drink plenty. Chicago’s cold and dry. And we’re going to be flying at forty thousand feet. Wanna make sure we’re plenty hydrated, in case we need to chase someone down.”
Keene huffed to himself.
“What’s that, Mr. Keene? Did you say something?” Boz asked.
Keene just looked at the man and twisted the cap off his water. “Thanks, chapy.”
Aside from the roar of the engines, the cabin was silent. No one spoke as the
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