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Authors: G. Michael Hopf
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Gordon imagined on the flight that he and Cruz would be imprisoned in some sort of cell or dingy room, but Jacques showed a level of decorum by housing them in a luxury room at the Fairmont Banff Springs, a once five-star hotel resort that had serviced the wealthy tourists who came to experience the best in outdoor recreation. Upon waking, Gordon had searched the room for anything that would tell him his location. The desk proved valuable, as he found promotional material for the resort, an old room service menu, and list of recreational events and activities.
He was greeted soon after with room service and a fresh set of clothes. The two things he wanted more than the eggs Benedict and Egyptian cotton sheets were his phone and a weapon. He could only imagine how terrified Samantha and Haley were. Once again he had taken a chance and gotten captured. But looking at his treatment so far, it didn’t appear he was a captive but a guest. He hoped to find out soon and that it would be the latter. Or was this some sort of scheme? Thoughts of John Steele and what looked like his death darkened his already somber mood. If he survived, he’d have to explain to John's wife and son how he'd put John in harm’s way, which caused his death.
He and Jacques had forged a treaty months ago, which included a clause to mutually support each other with military aid and support, to include troops, but as soon as Gordon called on him after his defeat at Mountain Home, Jacques was unresponsive, proving Jones and John correct in their earlier assessment of him.
Gordon walked to a large window and looked out. The snow-covered mountains were majestic and sloped down to the banks of the Bow River. This was truly a beautiful location, and if one had to be a prisoner, this was a nice spot for it as opposed to the scorching dry desert east of Barstow.
The door to his spacious room opened.
He turned to see a young attractive woman step inside; behind her two men carried a folding table and white sheets.
“What’s this?” Gordon asked.
“Hello, Mr. President, my name is Megyn; I’m the prime minister’s chief of staff. He thought you’d like a massage before your meeting,” Megyn said as the men set up the massage table.
“Um, no, thank you,” Gordon said awkwardly. This entire situation was beyond odd.
“Are you sure?” she asked. “I can have either a man or woman perform the treatment, you merely need to tell me what you want.”
“I’m sure, one hundred percent. I’ll pass,” Gordon said.
She snapped her fingers and the two men folded the table back up and exited. “Can I get you anything in the meantime?”
“I’m good, but you can answer a couple of questions,” Gordon said walking towards her.
The woman’s thick brown hair was pulled back into a tight bun and her posture was erect; she definitely must have worked here during its heyday. “Not sure I can answer everything, but please ask.”
“Where is President Cruz?”
“He’s a floor down from you.”
“You mentioned I had a meeting soon. I imagine it’s with Jacques?”
“Yes, sir, it’s with the prime minister.”
“Can I leave the room if I want?”
“Not right now, so sorry, sir.”
Gordon thought about anything else he could ask, but he was sure she knew nothing, and if she did, she wouldn’t divulge it.
“Will that be all?” she asked.
“That’s it, thank you.”
Megyn turned but stopped short of leaving. She pivoted back to face Gordon and said, “Can I give you some advice?”
“Why not, I can use all the advice I can get now.”
“Do as he says. If you think you have one up or believe you can get one up, put those thoughts away. The prime minister is a master at this; he’s always more than two steps ahead of everyone.”
“That’s interesting advice,” Gordon said.
“I only offer that wisdom because I hear you have a reputation.”
“I hear that, what have you heard?” Gordon asked.
“That you’re a
Gordon imagined on the flight that he and Cruz would be imprisoned in some sort of cell or dingy room, but Jacques showed a level of decorum by housing them in a luxury room at the Fairmont Banff Springs, a once five-star hotel resort that had serviced the wealthy tourists who came to experience the best in outdoor recreation. Upon waking, Gordon had searched the room for anything that would tell him his location. The desk proved valuable, as he found promotional material for the resort, an old room service menu, and list of recreational events and activities.
He was greeted soon after with room service and a fresh set of clothes. The two things he wanted more than the eggs Benedict and Egyptian cotton sheets were his phone and a weapon. He could only imagine how terrified Samantha and Haley were. Once again he had taken a chance and gotten captured. But looking at his treatment so far, it didn’t appear he was a captive but a guest. He hoped to find out soon and that it would be the latter. Or was this some sort of scheme? Thoughts of John Steele and what looked like his death darkened his already somber mood. If he survived, he’d have to explain to John's wife and son how he'd put John in harm’s way, which caused his death.
He and Jacques had forged a treaty months ago, which included a clause to mutually support each other with military aid and support, to include troops, but as soon as Gordon called on him after his defeat at Mountain Home, Jacques was unresponsive, proving Jones and John correct in their earlier assessment of him.
Gordon walked to a large window and looked out. The snow-covered mountains were majestic and sloped down to the banks of the Bow River. This was truly a beautiful location, and if one had to be a prisoner, this was a nice spot for it as opposed to the scorching dry desert east of Barstow.
The door to his spacious room opened.
He turned to see a young attractive woman step inside; behind her two men carried a folding table and white sheets.
“What’s this?” Gordon asked.
“Hello, Mr. President, my name is Megyn; I’m the prime minister’s chief of staff. He thought you’d like a massage before your meeting,” Megyn said as the men set up the massage table.
“Um, no, thank you,” Gordon said awkwardly. This entire situation was beyond odd.
“Are you sure?” she asked. “I can have either a man or woman perform the treatment, you merely need to tell me what you want.”
“I’m sure, one hundred percent. I’ll pass,” Gordon said.
She snapped her fingers and the two men folded the table back up and exited. “Can I get you anything in the meantime?”
“I’m good, but you can answer a couple of questions,” Gordon said walking towards her.
The woman’s thick brown hair was pulled back into a tight bun and her posture was erect; she definitely must have worked here during its heyday. “Not sure I can answer everything, but please ask.”
“Where is President Cruz?”
“He’s a floor down from you.”
“You mentioned I had a meeting soon. I imagine it’s with Jacques?”
“Yes, sir, it’s with the prime minister.”
“Can I leave the room if I want?”
“Not right now, so sorry, sir.”
Gordon thought about anything else he could ask, but he was sure she knew nothing, and if she did, she wouldn’t divulge it.
“Will that be all?” she asked.
“That’s it, thank you.”
Megyn turned but stopped short of leaving. She pivoted back to face Gordon and said, “Can I give you some advice?”
“Why not, I can use all the advice I can get now.”
“Do as he says. If you think you have one up or believe you can get one up, put those thoughts away. The prime minister is a master at this; he’s always more than two steps ahead of everyone.”
“That’s interesting advice,” Gordon said.
“I only offer that wisdom because I hear you have a reputation.”
“I hear that, what have you heard?” Gordon asked.
“That you’re a
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