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OPERATION ZODIAC

E.C. Croslin

Copyright © 2012 by E.C. Croslin.

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CONTENTS

1. A Little Off Target

2. High Tech Peace Plan

3. Amongst Angels

4. Secret Agenda

5. More Than A Horror Scope

6. Once Again Old Friend

7. Finding The Chariot Of Goddesses

8. The Truth Is Out There

9. The Slaughtered Lamb

10. Operation Big Dipper

11. Just Like Star Wars

12. High Tech Dog Fight

13. Maybe Another Time

TWELVE MAJOR COUNTRIES IN THE UNITED NATIONS HAVE APPROVED CONDUCTING A PROJECT THAT WOULD CREATING INTERNATIONAL TRUST AMONGST IT MEMBER COUNTRIES A STEALTH LIKE JET WITH A CREW CARRYING PILOTS REPRESENTING OF THE THOSE INVOLVED WHICH WOULD MONITOR EACH COUNTRY’S ACTIVITIES AND HAVING AIR FIELDS PROVIDED BY A MAJOR FIRM IS SEEN AS A WAY OF PEACEFUL TECHNOLOGY. JUST WHEN IT SEEMED AS IF PEACE IS IN THE WINGS THE PROJECT JET IS STOLEN ALONG WITH ITS CREW WITHOUT A TRACE WITH EACH COUNTRY BLAMING THE OTHER FOR ITS DISAPPEARANCE, IT BECOMES THE US AND GREAT BRITAIN’S TASK TO FIND THE JET AND ITS CREW BEFORE A STATE OF WAR IS DECLARED. ASSIGNED TO THE MISSION IS THE MAN KNOWN AS THE JAGUAR, JOHN RICARDO FERNARDEZ BETTER KNOWN IN HIS AGENCY AS JAMES BARN TO TAKE ON THE MISSION. WITH DISASTROUS EVENTS BUILDING ALONG WITH MOUNTING DISTRUST AMONGST THE UNITED NATIONS , JOHN MUST DO ALL HIS CAN TO SMOOTH THINGS OVER AND FIND THE JET.

CHAPTER ONE

A LITTLE OFF TARGET

SOMEWHERE OUTSIDE OF , IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT, a figure slowly moves toward a sleepy village, dressed in navy blue attire and skull cap. The person is John Fernardez, known better as James Barn. In his hand he carries a black bag, as he darts from one building to another, staying in the darkness with every move he makes, then pausing to scan his surroundings. He turns in the direction in which he came from then moves to the center of the village before stopping near the corner of a large building standing by itself. Again he surveyed the area around him, then reached into the bag and removed a small pair of field glasses. Most of the village is quiet, except for the sudden laughter of a group of men leaving a nearby pub. He moves to the side of the building, to several large windows, that are at ground level. Through the window he sees men walking amongst large crates, which were marked explosive, John turns back in the direction of the woods, pulling from his bag a small flashlight with red lens he flicks it in the direction of the woods. He starts to move closer to the window, when he hears someone approaching, a man armed with a rifle was patrolling around the structure. Fernardez rolls back into the darkness, squeezing his body into corner just large enough to conceal his presents, then waits. His wait was not long as the man es. John quickly grabs him from behind. John’s arm wrapped around the unsuspecting man’s throat, then choked him until he weakens. He found his approach to the situation unsuccessful. The rifle falls to the ground and the man’s hands moved upward grabbing Fernardez’s hands. He bends forward and John finds himself being flung over the man’s back with tremendous force. He follows his counter attack with a swift kick to Fernardez’s side, before he attempts to retrieve the rifle lying only a few feet from the two. John lands on his back looking upward, just in time to see the barrel of the rifle pointed at him, if it were not for the fact the gun had jammed, it would have

been the end Fernardez’s efforts. His hand quickly reaches up, grabbing the barrel with the man fumbling with the chamber to free the lodged round. Without a minute to spare, the agent moves the rifle skyward and the two men struggle for possession of the weapon as they, push and shove each other against the walls of the structure. He knew the man wouldn’t let go, placing his knee firmly in the man’s chest, John falls back as they both keep their hands on the frame of the rifle, with the huffy man sailing over his head. The man was too stunned to move but softly moaned. Fernardez and his assailant were lying on their backs for a few moments before John quickly flings his body over his attacker’s chest. The rifle was now free of the man’s hands. Fernardez uses the butt of it to pound him in the face, until his attacker lies motionlessly on the ground. With the fight over, the agent stands slowly to walk over to the corner of the building, then slowly slides down with his back against the wall to a sitting position with a sigh. “It doesn’t get better than this… but I wish it did.” Fernardez said, glancing over to the man’s body. Satisfied with his results of the outcome he stood to his feet, then faced the woods waving his hands over his head.

Moments later he is ed by several more agents from NSA, none of them of Ottermen’s COVERT AGENT TACTICAL TEAM, but regular of the agency. Leading the twelve was a man name Taylor, who is the first to meet with John, standing with his back against the wall. “Is this where Wesmore is being held?” Taylor peered upward to one of the windows. John. “That’s the info that was sent to the agency, according to the man who worked with him, he was captured and bought to this warehouse.” He turns looking on the streets. “This seems to be the only one in town.” “Okay James, just one more question… what about the agent who was with him, where is he?” “The guy’s name is Carson, Arron Carson. As far as we know, he’s in hiding and gathering more information on the Clardaire Assignment. That son of a bitch tried to kill me twice, if Carson comes up with his whereabouts, it’ll be my turn

to return the favor.” Taylor sizes up the structure, looking for ways of gain entry. “So, how many men are we talking about here?” “From where I can tell, glancing side briefly, there’s about a little more than a dozen armed men… not telling how many may be in the other sections of this place. “Well, we have twelve men. We better make this a good one.” Taylor adds turning to his men who were crouching down behind him. “There are several ways inside.” Removing the blueprints of the building. “We got this from one of the men who once worked here, with the help of the French authorities of course. This use to be a clothing place, before the city gave it to the new owner, who is still wondering just what to use it for.” Taylor’s finger runs along the sections on the blueprints. “Like I said, there are several ways inside this t, three skylights on the roof top, a back door, a loading dock area and of course the front door… which we can eliminate.” John. “Let’s see. We have twelve men.” He looks the building over, then peeps inside to notice men walking casually amongst huge wooden storage boxes and large machinery. “I’ll need at least two men with me. You can divide the others as you see fit. If this blueprint is correct, Wesmore could be held in the basement section, that’s where I want to work my way… Georgio maybe there as well.” “James.” Taylor places his hand on Fernardez’s arm. “This is going to be risky so take it slowly. I know how much you want to kill this guy and save Wesmore staying alive is still a priority.” He looks on the building again, then turns once more to the Latin agent. “Just in case he’s… well you know. I don’t want to lose you and him to.” “I got you, now take the men where you want them, I’m going through the rear. Now go look on the other side.”

Taylor and his men climb the nearest rain spout, toward the skylights on top of

the building. When they succeed, he looks over the edge of the roof and signals John and his men. The Latin agent was standing to the rear door, of the structure. With everyone is place, Fernardez takes one finally look to the streets, making sure there weren’t any erby’s or patrolling guards, before giving the order to move. Fernardez. “This is it.” Turning to the man standing behind him. Taylor and three others stand posed with ropes beside them, looking down through the skylight windows on the few men they saw wondering around the building. He returns to the edge of the roof and signal how many he sees. Fernardez give a gentle knock, then waits with Taylor holding up two fingers to let John knew of how many men were coming. The door slowly opens. John stands in front of it, with his gun concealed behind and the four men off to the side. “What is it you want?” One man remarks. “Sorry I took so long, but Georgio told me to deliver this.” Fernardez smiling as he looks the men in the face. “It’s just a little something.” The man waves him in. He and his partner turn when the four agents rush their way inside, with guns drawn. Fernardez to removes his weapon from its holster, with both men slowly raising their hands. “Where is the man you captured, take us to him without any funny shit and you willn’t get hurt.” John and his agents follow the two until they reach the main section of the warehouse, things seem normal, except for the fact the workers concealed guns underneath their work clothes, something Fernardez and his agents notice from the bulging in their clothes. For several moment’s things were going well. It was just as the two men walk almost to the center of the room, that things change, one yells out to warn the others. Taylor, still looking down from the skylight, noticed the suddenly rush of workers heading in the direction of some of the crates. “Something just went wrong.” He whispers to himself before turning to the men standing ready it his side. “Okay men. This is it. We go in blazing.” He points to one of his agents to alert the others standing next to the, windows below. He and four other shatter the thick skylight glass and repel downward firing on some of the workers glancing up with guns firing back. With agents crashing through windows and bashing down doors, John and his men work their

way to the basement area, with bullets flying them, hitting wooden crates and splitting off pieces of wooden. Their advances were not easy. Fernardez lost two of the four men with him. The flurries of bullets continue as he and the remaining agents rush along the sides of the warehouse walls, then behind some of the large crates. He fires off several shots, then reloads as he crouches down. Fernardez. “I’m gonna need more cover.” Glancing on the door leading to the basement. “See what you can do.” “You’ll need more than our help, Mr. Barn.” “I just need enough time to make it to the door.” Taylor and his men were still busy giving cover to the others, when he notices Fernardez working his way to the somewhat shabby looking wooden door. With men screaming and falling around him agent Taylor rushes to the side of the two agents. “What the hell is he doing?”

“Sir I told him to wait for more help, but he insisted on doing this alone.” The agent briefly peers around the crate then lets loose three shots before turning to, Taylor again. “He wanted us to give him more cover, but he has only two more clips left.” “Dammit, James. What the hell are you thinking?” Shaking his head, then taking aim on one of the workers who manages to creep press Fernardez’s sight. Just as John reaches a piece of equipment he hears the shot then turns to see the man fall several feet behind him. Giving the okay sign he continues. “No problem.” Taylor remarked softly. With Clardaire’s men popping up and down from their concealment, firing on the other agents, Fernardez worked his way to the door, dodging between crates and equipment with bullets sparking of dangerously close. There was a large gap between the door and the equipment, John still crouching down, takes a quick glance, then starts to sprint off, only to be stopped by a hail of bullets, they spark off like a Chinese Fourth of July party. “SHIT!” Falling back, then curling up in a ball.

Taylor’s men noticed Fernardez’s attempts and try to give some type of , but there were still quite a few more gun men left. Taylor had lost four of his agents in the raid, to lose more would cut their chances of success down greatly. Turning quickly on the men, John fires several more shots, none of which hit their intended targets, but it did give Fernardez time to rush to the door. As one of the worker’s head in its direction, then makes his way through, he leaves it slightly cracked, just what Fernardez wanted. He follows with workers firing on him. Several bodies fall above him landing on the wooden crates, shattering the parts of the sides. Taylor manages to cut down most of the gun men, forcing them to another section of the warehouse, giving John a better chance of making his move. He signals him, then yells out. “Barn you got it… now move.” John then bridges the gap sliding his body along the floor until he reaches cover with his hand firmly on the knob, he gives it a twist. It seemed as through he had successfully made it when two men on the other side fire on him with a bullet misses his hand. Large holes appear along the sides and the center of the wooden door, with wood chips flying too close for comfort. He finds himself being bombarded with gunfire. Giving the knob another twist, John slides quickly through, then trembles down the flight of stairs. He reaches the landing, still dazed from the fall, he looks up just in time to see three men, two standing next to a man blindfolded in a chair and the other who had just made his way down, preparing to reach for his gun, something Fernardez give him no time to do. His first shot strikes the man’s knee cap, the second more successful, hitting him in the lower body. John rolls again, this time in the direction of the two standing next to the blindfolded man, again he fires, hitting the first in the thigh while the other slowly raises his hands in the air. “Now, that we have established that much.” John slowly stood waving his gun and motioning the two men away from the seated hostage. “We can let out guest here come with me.” In the background he could hear the sound of gunfire slowly coming to an end, then footsteps making their way down the flight of stairs. He turns to see Taylor and three others pointing their guns at the men John had a bay. “Are you all right, James?”

“Yeah, not as young as I thought, but yeah I’m fine.” Looking on the man, whose back faced him, John tucks the gun in his shoulder holster, then slowly walks over. He removes the blindfold and then stands back. “Oh fuck.” “What’s the problem, is that Wesmore or not.” John. “No. I don’t know who this guy is. He looks Italian or Greek.” The man was more than glad of his rescue, speaking rapidly, too rapid for either Fernardez or Taylor to understand. Just then agent Taylor walks over, slowing the man down to understand him, while John stands next to him. He continues to question him. Every once and a while, the man would via off the subject, with Taylor straightening it out again. “Where is agent Clardaire captured?” Taylor waits for a few moments, before the man replies in his accent. Some seconds later he turns to Fernardez, with a look of sadness. “I hate to tell you this James… according to this guy Wesmore is dead. The reason why he’s here is because he let him escape capture, so he was being punished for his mistake.” “Well, if agent Wesmore escaped then he’s not dead, he’s somewhere with Carson.” John, looking on the man still seated in front of them. “Negative Barn, he was recaptured and taken to some other warehouse, this man said that’s where most of them go, when they’re about to be executed.” The man spoke again, this time he smiles and bows his head, with Taylor and John looking on. John. “What in the hell did he say this time?” Taylor pats the man on the shoulder, then points to the staircase. “He just wanted to thank us for rescuing him, sorry James.” Fernardez watches as the man breezes his captures and the three agents guarding them and his voice lowered to a whisper. “Yeah, you’re fuck’in welcome.” Briefly waving his hand. “So what do you want to do with the rest of them?” “Let the authorities have them, before I change my mind and shoot them all.”

Fernardez answers. Taylor motions his men to remove the two men from the room, and the others. Seconds later he to heads for the stairs, he was midway when he turns to see John looking on the chair the man had be in, his head slowly raised minutes later. “You coming Barn?” “Yeah, yeah I’m coming… give me a minute.” Tears slowly rolling down his cheeks. It seems like yesterday the two were in Rome chasing women and parting like there would be no tomorrow, for Wesmore there would be no tomorrow, and for his family it wouldn’t matter now. He, John and another agent name Arron Carson, were working on capturing a man name, Georgio Clardaire wanted for the assassination of one of several leading of a powerful third world country ing the efforts for peace against the few dictators remaining in his country. Anyone hoping to help in the achievement of his goal or come close to it, would be killed.

John Fernardez slowly turns to the staircase, then s Taylor and the others who secured their prisoners before making a call to the local authorities. It wasn’t long before they arrive, showing up in large numbers, but Taylor and John, along with the other agents had slipped quietly into the night. The following day the local papers give credit to the French police for their capture of a group of smugglers, just what they were smuggling was not revealed… if anything. Taylor silently motions his men to a waiting truck, then turns back to see Fernardez slowly working his way forward. He waits until he had reaches his position, then placed his hand on Fernardez’s shoulder as they walk to the others. “James, just what was it you and Westmore were working on?” “At first it was just a matter of keeping Clardaire in sight, knowing where he was, it became more than that.” “Like what?” “Somehow Wesmore get wind of a project being made, a man call Zeus was working on something that would help the assassinated Representative not only gain power, but bring him into grace with the UN. Not what it was exactly is

unknown, and not that he’s dead, I might never find that out.” Taking in a deep breath. Taylor looks about the woods. “I have one more question, what lead to agent Wesmore being a target? Surely Clardaire didn’t know about his finding out what ever this project is.” “Carson was scheduled to meet the Georgio and he was our lead to his next move. I don’t know if he found out about Carson working for the CIA or not, the only way to find that out to, is to find Arron Carson himself… where ever the hell he’s hiding.” Taylor. “Price isn’t going to like this one bit.” “Man, fuck Price. He thinks his agency’s shit doesn’t stink, but I got new for him. This time someone is going to know he fucked up, besides Frank.”

WASHINGTON DC, WEEKS LATER, James and his Chief sat amongst several of the military, as well as heads of other Intelligence agencies, including the CIA, NSA and the department of Foreign Affairs. As usual, John dressed to impress. His light gray single breasted suit and dark pink shirt, high lighted his tan complexion. ire Cross and General Blackman were on hand to listen to the seemingly failed mission. It was always Richard Price, Chief of Field Operation for the CIA, to prove Otterman as an incompetent Chief of his own agency. He sits waiting for Ryan Bodac, of the department of Foreign Affairs, to open the conference. “Gentlemen, this is a disturbing matter that finds its way into this room.” Bodac, laying his briefcase on the table, slowly removing some of its contents. “With the death of a favored third world leader, whom we have promised protection, his country is looking on us as if we had forgotten him.” “I assure you, that is not the case, Agent Bodac.” Blackman leaning on the table, with his hands clasp in front of him. “First of all we knew of not plot by this man Clardaire to kill him, if anything we would have through someone in his own country would want him killed.”

Bodac. “That gentlemen, was the case. Someone we believe hired this Clardaire to do their dirty work, which I must say he did well.” He turned to Fernardez. “Agent Barn. I think you and agent Wesmore were assigned to this mission, to keep tracks on him, correct?” “Yes, and we do… but that was after he had assassinated Robinoski.” “I have worked with you on several occasions, Barn. This is not like you to let something like this happen.” “James is one of my best agents, Ryan. What is this leading to?” Otterman replied, defending his agent. Bodac removed a file on some of Fernardez’s assignments, then laid them on the table. “Simple this. Barn was working on the Anderson assignment and two agents were kill on that one. Now, agent Wesmore. In both cases he had close ties with these men, maybe too close, which leads me to believe there was some person revenge in mind.” John. “Sir, it’s true that Clardaire tried unsuccessfully to kill me, but there was no personal venditor in my actions.” “That’s not what I had, according to agent Taylor, who accompanied you on this last mission.” Ryan turned away briefly. “In fact his opinion. He believes you wanted this man Clardaire so bad it almost cost you your life.” Price turns to Otterman, there was a slight grin on his face, Fernardez was known for his roguish and reckless actions, this would be his finally downfall… at least he had hoped it would be. Bodac. “What about the Anderson mission? Anderson was one of your most hated subjects since he nearly cost you, your life as well.” “Those two agents were young and head strong.” Frank says loudly. “You can’t blame Barn for their death they acted without proper orders.” “Barn was the lead agent on that.” Ryan reached for his case, then sliding it aside.

Price, turning to Frank and Barn. “You two have had the last laugh for several years, with your wild actions and screen role heroics.” “If I am correct. Your agency is at the top of this food chain also, if I am not mistaken. You authorized this mission.” “But you man bungled it at the cost of two agents getting killed.” Otterman’s glance was noticed by all those in the room. They could see both he and Price were going at it in words. “Gentlemen. There need not be this show of childish actions. I have here some more assignments Barn was assigned to. I must say it doesn’t look good on James’s part.” Lifting several papers, then holding them close to his face. “OPERATION DOUBLE EAGLE, seven months before this one, three agents killed in the line of duty, a mission that proved successful, but unexplained casualities. Prier to that, was in Turkey and the loss of two of Price’s men. You want to explain this James?” “Yes, it’s simple… that assignment somewhere along the line there was a communications problem between the CIA and Interpol, that resulted of the men’s death. Interpol lost two men as well.” Ryan. “And the one after that?”

“I don’t know what happened there. Again, several of Chief Price’s men worked with me on it.” “Well, according to most of the reports, you seem to be the one with the bad track record. Now some of these missions required General Blackman and iral Cross’s assistance. They seem to think your actions were rather reckless as well.” “I might have done some things in the , but those were not some of them. The only thing I can think of, is that someone in the agency… either Chief Price’s or Interpol, leaked out information.” “Whom would that be, agent Barn?” Ryan lays the papers on the table.

“I can’t tell you that.” “You can’t tell me or you will not tell me?” John sits quickly, then leans back in his chair, as Otterman takes over. “I’m sure if he knew that he would say, it’s not unlikely that someone for what ever reasons, would leak information willingly or unwillingly, without their respective agencies knowing.” Price. “I think what we need here is a course of act.” “What would that be Richard?” Otterman leaning his way. “I’ll be fair about this.” He pauses, then turns to Fernardez. “Why not have your man sit at a desk for a while… you know, until this is resolved. Now, that’s as fair as it gets.” “That’s as bout as fair as a choice of hanging or being shot.” Otterman replies loudly. “I think we all know how some missions work out, Barn might have done some crazy things in the past, but his track record of success out weighs those actions. What about the man who was working with him and Wesmore, you’ve never found out where he is.” “No, but when we do he might help to solve this little matter.” Price turned to Otterman, seated two down from him. “The thing is to handle what we have at hand, and that is what to do with agent Barn here. Now I still think what I have just proposed, is reasonable and fitting Frank. He’ll be still working, yet out of trouble till this is over.” Otterman glances to Fernardez sitting with a disagreeing look. Frank’s hand rose slight then wobbles in the air, a sign he would find some other way of handling it. Ryan turns to the others some who show signs of agreeing by slightly closing their eyes nodding others like, General Blackman and iral Cross still having a great deal of confidence in John, slowly raise their hands Ryan. “Then it’s agreed, Agent Barn you are to be assigned to desk duty until we can figure this mess out. It comes to this. Someone leaking out information as you say, that issue will be dealt with and if not.” He looked again on the

briefcase containing the reports. “We will have no other choice but to relieve you of further duties in the field. I’m sure you understand, security purposes. Gentlemen, this meeting is over… thank you all for coming.” Moments later with everyone leaving, Price, Otterman and Fernardez stand in the center of the room, with Frank Otterman glancing on Richard with a discussed look. “Well, Frank. I told you and Barn some day his actions would cost someone their life, now that time has come.”

“Richard you’re a clever fuck, but there’s still a matter of finding Carson, who is still out there somewhere. Something tells me someone in your agency is behind this mess, and until that person is found you have the last laugh.” “I guess you right.” He turns leaving both John and his Chief standing there. “This is not over James. I guess you know that.” Otterman turned to face him. “The only way to free this blot from your record is to find Agent Carson then discover what it was, Agent Wesmore had on Clardaire.” “Sir the only way to do that is to do it through you other agency.” “No, James, that would be too risky… it just might draw attention to it and risk the others. For now we just go along with Richard’s little shit ass scheme… but trust me. I shall be working on a way of getting you off the desk.” “Thanks Chief.” Otterman gives a gently slap on the Fernardez’s arm. He was still looking toward the hall, with Richard Price talking with some of the who were at the meeting. “You know that guy really has it out for us. I don’t know how to take him sometimes.” Otterman. “That’s not for you to do you leave that to me.” Turning in the same direction. Richard and I have been at each other’s throats for years, and in all those years he’s managed to mess up no matter what. Well, come on. I have to get back to the office and you to work. I have no doubts my superiors will want

some answers to.” On the way to the parking lot, Otterman stood for a moment in front of his car, with keys in hand he turned back. “Tell me this much if you know it… beside this project Wesmore heard about, I understand he took some pictures. Who was it he photographed?” John. “Clardaire and Carson, at least that’s what he told me. Carson was supposed have set Clardaire up with a meeting between him and me… which he did, somehow it didn’t go as I had planned it.” “You mean the time he tried to kill you?” “That’s right.” John answers. “I was posing as a gun runner and Georgio were to meet me in an abandon building just outside the city. One scheduled for demolition. Somehow someone must have tipped him off.” “What do you mean?” Otterman leaned against his car. “That day both Wesmore and I waited for him to show, when we heard the wrecking ball knocking away some of the structure. I didn’t know until recently, that Georgio was the one behind the wrecking ball, and that was the second time he had tried to kill me. The first was from a roof top, as I left a small restaurant, he missed me, but hit a bystander.” Frank turned again to face his car then slowly slipped inside. He turned and looked upward. “Like I said, this it’s over, and I should have you in the field before you know it. You must promise me this.” John waits for the catch. “If and when you get out of this one, you stop your flamboyant actions or the next time.” Otterman hesitated briefly. “You may not be so lucky.” John watched Otterman drive off, before he to slides behind the seat of his car, a Dodge Avenger silver in color.

John seats himself behind his office desk of it had been a more than two weeks he was not going to let what happened go without some investigating of his own it would require no one other than, Agent Tim Ward his partner code name Lynx. Within those weeks’ of the agency seem to look on him as some kind

of bad egg… something he wanted stopped. With his paper work in his hand Fernardez makes his way along the cubicles where other agents sitting performing their tasks he es Agent Ron Torrez another agency member of Latin descent who also worked in communications and data information retrieval when, Chief Otterman noticed him. Otterman. “Barn.” Lowering his head as he peers over his ready glasses. “You have a minute? I need a word with you.” “Yes, sir.” “See me in my office.” Otterman says his Cajun ascent noticeably emerging from is lips. He turns again to see his best agent preparing to speak with one of his female and for a moment, Otterman stands waiting to see if Fernardez would discontinue his flirtatious actions. “James. Perhaps you did not hear me clearly. I expect you in my office, ASAP.”

Moments later the two men stand inside Frank Otterman’s office space with the door still slightly open enough to see his secretary, Miss Shannell Hall attempting to slyly listen in. Otterman slowly closes it behind him then leans his ear against it before speaking. “James. I have some information that… let’s say a little birdie leaked out to me.” Pointing his finger to one of the leather chairs next to his desk. John seated himself, as his Chief walks over then slowly did the same. “The Anderson and Georgio Clardaire mission have something in common.” John. “Those were two different missions, sir. How could they be connected?” “Anderson and Georgio, who was hired by no one other than you know who.” “Price?” Fernardez readjusts his body slightly in the chair making himself more comfortable. “You got it. Clardaire was hired on the Anderson case some years ago it seems something made him interested in what the man was doing. His intentions of taking out our man Anderson changed for some reason.”

“If Clardaire was working for the CIA, why would Price want him terminated or is that a silly question?” “No, not silly at all.” Otterman replies. “Then again, you know how it works. Cover your ass around here I have a sneaking suspect Richard hired the assassin to do his dirty work only to have us finish it later. Richard Price must have been working on something he didn’t want this agency to know about killing Agent Anderson then Georgio would cover any connections to himself.” Frank turns to his favorite window glancing out then continues. “I made inquiring using that same little birdie that is how I found out about that attempts on Agent Anderson’s life.” “Who is this informant, sir? If I may ask.”

“I don’t have to tell you that I think you know, Deputy Benton. It seems Agent Carver can’t be found, not even with all of Richard’s so-called top agents scowling the countryside.” “What do you mean can’t be found… is this another CIA cover-up by Price, to hide his mistake?” “Calm down Barn.” Otterman suddenly stood to his feet. “This is not any of Price’s doings this time.” “So where is he?” “They don’t know, as of yet. Word is he was he was supposed to have reported in, they said he called from somewhere in Europe, near . According to Benton his flight came in some days ago, with him on it, but when they called his home his girlfriend or who ever she was, said he hadn’t been there in days.” John leaned back in his chair. “Sir I have another question… just what was it the CIA wanted Clardaire to do exactly?” “Now that’s a good question, one that I can’t answer, nor could Benton. Now I have one for you. You and Wesmore took pictures of Agent Carver and Clardaire, what was that about?”

John leaned forward with his hands clasped together. “After taking out Roberski, Agent Anderson and I were told to just keep track of Clardaire but not kill him. Agent Carson was the link between our men and Price’s. I guess Agent Wesmore suspected something.” “Like what?” Otterman asks. “I don’t know offhand it is just a gut feeling I guess. He took photos Carver and Clardaire. I don’t know where they are now. Otterman slowly makes his way to the side of the desk then stands with one hand on the corner. “As I said, the CIA does not know where Agent Carson is now or if he was able to make his flight, for fear of Clardaire following him. Benson did mention he believes his department sent Agent Carver to do what you were told not to, that was to kill Clardaire. We need more Intel as to what that was not done or if in fact both men are working together. As an inoperable agent of this agency you’re assigned to the desk, but.” Frank pauses lowering his head slightly. He had given indications to Fernardez he was finish speaking when then pretends to clear his throat that is when the agent knew his employer had something on his mind. Frank glances on his agent as he set patiently in his chair it wasn’t long before Franklin Otterman got up to works his way to one of the file cabinets in his lavish office. Slowly pulling one of the draws open Otterman removes a file then turns back. “They want you assigned to a desk, technically. What I am about to do, against my better judgment is still somewhat a desk detail.” John, briefly turned glancing to the door. His voice lowered to a mere whisper. “What’s on you mind, sir?” Otterman. “I need to know why Agent Wesmore took those pictures along with the fact you and he had, Agent Carson keep track of Clardaire.” “How many pictures do you have?” “There were six taken by Westmore some with Carver meeting with Georgio some with just, Clardaire himself.” James hums briefly. “What is it James?”

“Sir. If I correctly he may have taken more photos than that, I would

say three more of his own since his second camera was missing a roll of film. Which means there are photos missing he never got a chance to tell me about.” “That could be part of the puzzle.” Otterman turns to his desk. “Look, as for this desk shit, find out what you can about the assignment. It’s still going on even if you are not on it.” “I know this is crazy to ask this, but how?” Otterman. “There are ways.” Smiling on Fernardez. “Like I mentioned Westmore stated something about a project something secretly being conducted. He thought Georgio Clardaire may have stumbled on it as well.” “Yes. What about it? I don’t think it had anything to do with my assignment to assassinate Roberski, it was just some theory he had.” “That maybe so. However, the UN is somewhat concern with his death since Roberski’s attempts to destroy several air fields connected to NATO. Another group is also concerned for some reason. Aerospace Engineers of a company known as AeroTach are upset why we do not know fully.” Otterman settles himself in his chair then folds his hands together. “While you’re on desk detail hang around, Agent Torrez. See if you can find out more about this Aero Tech agency and what they are working on to have them so concerned. Until this shit with our two missing agents is with.” John emerges from the office those outside looking on with ideas he had been chastised by his department Chief, something that was not unusual. For the most part his visits to Otterman’s office seldom ended pleasantly especially when the word ASAP was used. Shannell, typing away at her computer, looks upward then stares for a moment before he raises his shoulder as if to say he didn’t know why things ended so well. Several weeks , Fernardez works as if he liked what he was doing, Ward his partner, worked with him on any and all possible leads to finding what he was looking for. It was still the same old thing, dictatorship was always the topic of importance, and the money that got them to where they where. One of the assignments John ran across was the surveillance of a Senator in Florida. He was suspected of dealings with the Cuban government leaking information for

covering up the illegal transportation of Cuban aliens. He searches for two names nor were Clardaires or Carver’s… those names were the key to getting him off the desk. The assignment he and Wesmore had taken never comes across the desk of agent Ron Torrez, it was odd, since Clardaire was still a much wanted man, it seemed as if both Georgio Clardaire and agent Arron Carver were simply forgotten or vanished in the paper work. Later that same day, John moves about the communications and data control room, a room buzzing with computers, teletypes, decryption systems and monitoring systems, the greenish glow of the huge map-like plastic screens, with graphy-like lines seemed to be the only light that eliminated the surroundings. He heard the sound of one of the data machines giving out newly collected information. He turned then glanced on it as one of the other agent made his way toward it. John. “What is that about.” Leaning over the agent’s shoulder. “Some information that has been coming in, through Interpol.” The agent tears the paper neatly from the machine. “Is there something you’re looking for, Mr. Barn?”

“Sort of.” Still leaning over Agent Ron Torrez’s shoulder. “So what is it about?” “Looks like some terrorist group working its way through Italy, and other parts of Europe. Of course I can’t say for sure but there have been threats here as well.” John. “The same group?” Torrez looks on the papers with a frown before walking to his station. “I told you. I can’t say for sure. Mostly demonstrations for now you know how they get later. Sometimes our bomber friends like to mingle with so-called peaceful demonstrators.” As the Ron seats himself setting the papers on the desk, Fernardez’s hand slowly moves to the corners of them as he scanned the pages. “May, I?” “Sure, just don’t take them yet. I need to review them more before turning them

over to the Chief.” John continued standing with the papers in hand. Moments later another machine starts to kick out more collected data from other field agents. “You mind getting that one, Mr. Barn?” John hands Torrez the papers he was previously given. Agent Tim Ward walks in with a cup of coffee firmly in hand looking well rested from his tour of duty in if anyone knew anything about what was going on in the Data Collections Department it was him. He stops to look on the room then slowly strolls through the aisle of agents seated at their desk in the direction where John was standing. Fernardez was holding the new data he retrieved from the machine he hadn’t notice Tim entering the room his eyes were still fixed on the papers. A group name ABBA was becoming a large group of demonstrators in Washington and New York not to mention in some parts of Europe the mostly protected against any use of military weaponry or transports to that effect. Just as Fernardez was about to hand the papers to Agent Torrez another agent es by, Agent Janice Paige. John almost bumps into her as he turns back. “I don’t understand this.” Stopping the tall but well-figured blonde. “What is it you don’t understand, Mr. Barn?” She glances on the information, while still holding more in her hands. “The group’s letters mean Anti Big Brother Activist. They have connections in Europe and also the US.” “Why are we keeping track of them or trying to, if they’re only demonstrators. Besides, what are they demonstrating for now?” Paige takes a deep breath. “Let’s say it this way and I don’t know all the info, right now. Something is going on with the countries in the UN this group somehow knows something we don’t. Right now it’s hush-hush we want to keep an eye on them to find out what the problem is.” John. “You think they’re terrorists?” Paige shrugging her shoulders. “Don’t know like I said. There is that possibility.” She strolled off leaving Fernardez looking on the papers again. “Hey, Bro.” Tim’s voice catches John’s ears his eyes slowly rise upward. “What’s the problem?”

“Not a problem for now… just something odd about these data sheets.” John remarks. “Out of all the things this agency has to do and they come up with something like this. Watching some group of demonstrators exercising their rights.”

Both men walk over to one of the nearby desk John hands Ward the read-out then set his coffee cup down. Tim slowly seated himself with his eyes focused on the papers in his hand Fernardez followed suite Ward’s eyes skim along the papers as he speaks. “I hear you’ve been grounded… is that why you’re here?” “Yeah, stupid shit. Can’t say I blame them though all the flamboyant stuff we have been doing in the field was bound to catch up with me sooner of later. So what’s with those papers?” “It maybe nothing to it but for the last couple of weeks this group has been forming in large numbers, here and Europe. The question is what are you looking for and why are you interested?” “Something that will get me off this shit ass desk duty something that has Agents Clardaire and Carver involved. Agent Westmore took several other pictures, pictures I have yet to see involving, Georgio Clardaire. I need to know why no one has shown them to me or where they are.” “Oh, yeah. Sorry to hear about Westmore, he was a good man.” Tim looks up speaking softly in his baritone voice. “From the way some of the other agents here have been saying, you’re the cause of his death.” “To hell with them.” Tim’s hands rise upward. “You know me better than that, Ward. All the assignments we’ve been on I would never delivery place someone in harms way.” “James. You can’t deny you and I have reputations for going just a little bit beyond our expected professional talents while on assignment. As you just said, it finally caught up with you leading to being stationary behind a desk. You got to change your ways, Bro.” “I’ll work on it. Now, explain this group ABBA.”

Ward reaches for his lurk warm coffee then sips it. “Well. There’s not much I can tell you they have been active in several protests dealing with International military planning. There is a company who is handling some type of approved project through the United Nations and the President.” “What does this company do?” John, leaning forward on the table. “Handle aircraft of all types it is a private concern not yet as big as Lockheed Martin or Northern and Grumman but I understand they did do so-called favors for other countries as well as ours. Sorry this doesn’t sound like something your boy Georgio Clardaire would be interested in.” “Yeah, you’re right. I would like to know what those pictures were about and why Westmore took them. I would like to know where the other pictures Agent Westmore took are and who’s on them besides, Clardaire and Carver?” “Bro. I wish I could help you on that but I just got back. I need to get back into the swing of things myself.” Tim stands then reaches for the cup while looking on Fernardez. “Hey, man. Good luck and don’t sweat the bullshit, this desk detail willn’t last forever.” Several weeks Otterman shuffles through files and old photos of assignments of other agents in NSA to soon notice a small unmarked brown envelope obviously hand delivered, sitting partially concealed amongst other papers on his desk. Otterman. “Miss Hall.” Leaning over his speaker phone with his finger on the button. “Did someone just deliver a package to my office?”

“No, sir. There’s been no one here since Agent Benton came.” Franklin pauses as he opens the sealed envelope then removes several photos, pictures Westmore had taken of Agent Georgio Clardaire and Agent Arron Carver making some kind of transaction. “Sir, are you still there?” “Yes, Miss Hall what is it?”

“I just ed. Agent Summers did come to your office sometime yesterday with something in his hand, an envelope of some kind.” “It is nice of you to . Thank you that’s all.” Slowly hanging the phone on its receiver while staring on the photos. The same afternoon Price and Otterman meet with two of the President’s Advisors along with General Blackman, iral Cross and Foreign Affair’s Agent Ryan Bodac. Ryan once opens the conversion holding the envelope handed to him by Chief Otterman. “Chief Price. I have something that just came to my attention. It shows one of your agents with one of your former assassins, Georgio Clardaire. I would like you to explain these pictures and the papers then came with them.”. “They’re photos of Agent Carver.” “I am aware of that much, sir. The question is what does these pictures mean?” The young Foreign Affairs Agent replies. “Clardaire, from my understanding was a former agent of yours now freelancing for your department.” “I am sure Chief Otterman can explain them better than I. He had his agents tracking Clardaire.” Ryan. “In fact it was Frank who handed them to me along with the papers that came with them. They are documented assignments your man Agent Carson was assigned to along with, Agent Barn.” Otterman noticed the fiery stare Price was giving him before turning again to the young Agent. “We know Agent Westmore and Barn had Agent Carver Clardaire it clearly shows him following those orders.” “Otterman said someone called him away from his office some days ago the pictures were not there when he returned somehow they appeared in his office. Someone handed them to one of his agents, someone unknown to him.” Price. “What is this leading to?” “I’ll tell you in a moment. Let me ask you this… have you any news on Carver’s whereabouts?”

“Why, no. We’re still searching for him. He was due back in the states’ weeks ago. Obviously he felt he was being tailed and is hiding still in Europe.” Richard loosens his tie then looks again on Otterman. “I got one better, Richard.” Otterman leans forward looking around Lander and Adams the President’s two Security Advisors. “How about this idea? Carson was the one leaking information of Clardaire’s would-be assassination since both men were part of your department?”

“That’s crazy Frank and you know it. You’re trying to pull something over to get Agent Barn off of his desk duties as well as free his ass of his irresponsible actions.” “Okay, look at it this way. Westmore took six photos of Carson and Clardaire then handed them to Agent Barn then took more of his own before his death. Obviously he thought Carson and Clardaire may have been up to something more interesting.” Price. “So who had these other photos?” “That is where you come in.” Otterman points his finger in Richard Price’s direction. “Those pictures were taken from Westmore before his death, not after then concealed from my department for some odd reason that means one of your agents retrieved them. It is not likely Georgio Clardaire would return something that would incriminate him to my agency.” Frank rises to his feet to turn to facing the others in the room summing up his theory. “Gentlemen, we all know it could happen in this case I believe it has. Both of my agents were setup for failure. Westmore’s abduction was a means of getting Agent Barn off his assignment to have him placed behind a desk.” Price. “Frank, give it a break.” He yells. “Why would that be done and who would do such a thing? I wanted Agent Clardaire terminated by Agent Carver after finding out he turned rogue agent.” “It makes sense with Barn on Clardaire’s ass he would do anything to find a way of ruining himself of any possible threat Barn was that threat. You yourself instructed me to have him and Westmore merely observe Clardaire’s movements then have Agent Arron Carver take him out.” Franklin leans over the table

staring into the CIA’s Chief of Field Operations with both hands ing him. “Perhaps, Carver never arrived to the airport as scheduled. Perhaps, you thought you would still need a freelance assassin after all and had Clardaire murder him.” Lander. “I don’t know frank. These are serious accusations.” “I would bet a portion of my paycheck it is right.” Ryan Bodac raises his hand then looks on the group. “There is something we definitely have to find, Agent Carver if he is alive and wherever he is. This is the only way we can straighten this matter. Chief Price… I want you to do all you can to find this missing. According to these reports Carver was on almost every assignment Agent Barn having other agents losing their lives. I personally have worked with him on a few assignments to find it odd something like this would blackball his record.” Otterman. “I apologize to the seated in this room and I wish you would overlook my personal opinions on this matter. I think almost everyone here is aware of Agent James Barn’s seemingly unorthodox behavior in the field but he gets the job done. Chief Price and I have been known to confront each other during these meetings and each time he has questioned Agent Barn’s actions.” Franklin briefly looks along the table on the table of . “One of the things we argue about is Chief Price’s notions the CIA is God’s gift to his country above all the other Government Security Departments.” Bodac. “Frank, with all due respects I think we should loosen our grip on Chief Price. As for Agent Barn. I am allowing him to be released from his present duties.” Ryan’s finger rises in front of him. “I don’t think he’s ready for field work just yet so keep him state side.” “For a man like Barn that’s the same as desk work, Agent Bodac.”

Adams. “That maybe, but until this is over I think the President would concur with his decision Chief Otterman. Don’t think of it as if he was still being restricted, more like a leave of absents from the neighboring countries.” “That’s bullshit.” Frank mummers under his breath.

“Gentlemen, I can assure you. My agency had nothing to do with agent Wesmore’s death.” Richard Price Fixes his necktie then cleared his throat. “When we find Carver and bring him in safely I think you will find Otterman’s accusations ridiculous in nature.” Adams. “I have to say respectfully to you, Chief Price. We’re working with who do things underhandedly. Now if you gentlemen would conclude this little meeting, Lander and I have an appointment with the President in one hour.” Ryan prepares to hand the photos and the reports to Frank, when he took a finally glance on them again. Lander and Adams, along with General Blackman and iral Cross were half way out of the room, when Bodac spoke again. “Excuse me, Chief Price. Is it true, Clardaire was once your informant?” “Well, yes. When we found his connections with a few patriots of the Soviet Union, he became a liability. That’s why we wanted NSA to terminate him… as you can see that was not done without incident.” “Why didn’t you have someone in your agency do it?” Ryan asks. “He would recognize most of them, except for Carver of course, knowing that he was to help Frank’s people find him then do the job.” “Westmore was one of my men, Richard.” Otterman remarks grabbing his briefcase from the table. Both Advisors turn. “I think you better find this man, Carver.” Adams sternly says. “He seems to be the missing link here. I would say the most important one at that. If he knows something about this, you best see to it he lets you know… and if he’s the cause.” He looks on his colleague Lander, before turning back. “You had better terminate him as well.” Otterman returns to his office then meets with his Receptionist Shannell Hall, who at the time stood near the filing cabinet, removing old files. “Miss Hall.” Frank softly calls. “Do you know by any chance who the agent was that came into my office the

day that envelope arrived?” “I can’t say for sure, but I believe it was agent Hanson, he had wanted to see you about something.” She said turning with papers in hand. “Is there a problem, sir?” “Nothing to raise the hairs on your head… sort to speak. Do me a huge favor and have Henson see me in the office, ASAP.” Meanwhile, John continues searching for something that would lead to the answers he needed to ruin himself of his limited travels no longer could he pretend what he was doing wasn’t getting to him. The only new information that was coming over the data systems was about a company called AEROTECH requested the FBI involvement yet somehow Richard Price’s men were slowly being drawn into it as well by request of the UN Security Force. Fernardez’s mind races with thoughts of ways to leaving his surroundings as he walks to Otterman’s office.

Gently giving the door a knock he hears his Chief’s casual seemingly unconcerned voice ask who was outside his office. “Come in the door is open.” “Sir, I hate to disturb you.” Otterman glances up from his paper work his glasses seated barely on the end of his nose. “I have a question to ask of you.” “Good, because I have something I want you to do something that might give you a break. Sit down.” Otterman pointed to the leather chair in front of his desk. “We may be able to do each other a favor. However, before we go into what I wished to mention there is still the matter of, Agent Arron Carver’s disappearance. He has still not checked in nor called which means one of two things, he is either dead or has is now working with Georgio Clardaire.” “What makes you think that?” Otterman removes his glasses then folds his hands on his desk. “After thinking the matter over was well as knowing in the past how Richard Price’s mercenaries operate I have come to the conclusion, Agent Carver just may have ed forces with his targeted man.”

“I can’t see why.” “You and Carver were not exactly close friends nor was he and Westmore. Those photos may have been revealing other agendas neither Westmore nor you realized.” Otterman waves his shakes his finger. “Carver was on to something it was his duty to inform you and Westmore instead, Agent Westmore was captured not less than two days later only then did he report in. The odd part of his rescue attempts was Carver failed to in the recovery and rescue attempts. Why is that you think?” “You think he and I were setup.” John frowns. “That’s correct. I went over other assignments I had you take part in to discover you encountered another assassin whose name was, Clardaire.” “You think there are connections to Georgio and this other person.” “There is. Georgio is the man’s brother whether Richard Price realizes it or not. If Agent Carver does not report in or we have no report of his death Clardaire should be considered a target for termination.” Fernardez. “Does this mean you want me off of desk detail to find these men?” “I can not authorize that yet only our Director and Chief can do that. I call you in for another reason an assignment that. I call you here for another reason one that still technically removes you from the office but limits you from leaving the country. It is like being placed on parol. I thought this is the lesser of two punishments.” “I guess I have no other choice in the matter, do I? Now is there any other questions you have before I go on with what I have in mind for you?” “Before I speak, sir. What was it you had for me to do?” John, still disappointed, settled back in his chair to hear his Chief out. “I wanted you to keep tags on an individual name Thomas Mayers suspected of leaking classified information from our agency to unknown persons in Prince Georgia’s County. I had to withdraw Agent Spinner due his injuries from his last assignment. This detail should not last anymore than a few months.”

“I’ve been noticing incoming Intel on this group of demonstrations who seem to be growing in numbers here in the US.”

“You mean, ABBA?” “Yes, sir. Along with a request for the FBI as well as the CIA to survey the areas of this company called AEROTECH. I was just wondering if I…” “You’re wondering if you can check the situation out, just so you can relieve yourself of desk duty.” Otterman knew Fernardez well, after working with him for many years. He slid his chair from the desk then stands with the papers he had handing them to his agent. It was as if Franklin was handing John papers for his next assignment later that thought was to be true. Fernardez. “Sir, what’s this?” “I would ask you the same question if I didn’t know the answer. Those are some of the reports Westmore made without your knowledge on the assignment you and he were working on.” Fernardez looks down on them, as Frank Otterman continues to explain. “Someone gave Agent Hanson an envelope with the missing pictures, along with his reports, written in his own handwriting.” “This says that Carver met with Georgio on several occasions without our knowledge. Sir what’s this building in the background? It looks like some kind of airfield.” “It is. Where is the question something I was hoping you could tell me.” John continues holding the photos then hands them back. “I wish I could answer that I don’t know.” “How long did you and Westmore work together?” “I don’t know what you mean… the assignment was to last for three months

before carrying out Clardaire’s assassination.” “I guess what I am asking Barn is this. Was there a time where you and Agent Westmore separated for any lengthy time?” John set thinking for a moment to two then slowly looks up. “Yes, I would say about two weeks before his death. He must have decided he and Carson would go it along. I don’t know where they went or even if they both left the country before I heard Westmore and Carver were possibly taken hostage in the warehouse we raided. I had no idea it was Arron Carver who placed the call, up until now.” “Stop and think on this. You heard Westmore was taken why not Carson and how did Agent Westmore’s reports and photos suddenly disappear then fall into my office with, Carver still missing?” “I would have to go back to what you mentioned previously, sir. If you pardon my expression that means that slimy son of a bitch, Arron Carver is here in the United States and perhaps, Price does know his whereabouts.” Franklin casually turns retrieving the photos. “If not Richard someone in his agency knows where Carver is. As far as AEROTECH is concern. Yes, you can check it out. Agent Torrez showed me the same Intel you’ve been seeing. Price is going to have his agents there by request of the United Nations Security Force. One of their staff is working on something that involves twelve countries in the UN those countries are under attack by that group we are now hearing so much about.” “I need to be out in the field sir, not just baby-sitting.”

“That willn’t happen your baby-sitting task is not over yet. As I said.” Otterman paused beside his deck. “Not until this other matter is cleared about Agent Wesmore. Now you can take it or leave it… this is a favor to you.” Seating himself behind his desk, Otterman removes his glasses, then tucks them neatly in his shirt pocket before leaning over in John’s direction. Fernardez would have his way, but not without some sort of catch behind it. He was out of the office still limited to how far he could go. “Yes, sir. I’ll take it.”

“Good. The person who will be giving the UN the progress report goes under the name of, Zeus. There have been threats on his life the UN wants Price’s men and FBI there to help their security team deal with the demonstrators. James for God sake, don’t do anything foolish to miss this up, General Blackman and iral Cross will be there as well… and you know what that could lead to.” “Yes sir… when is this meeting going to take place?” Otterman. “You still have some time. It’s scheduled one month from now, from what word I have received, some kind of testing is to be done… on what I don’t know.” “I guess that much I’ll have to find out myself.” John turned to the door smiling then stood as if he were thinking about something. “I have one last question.” “Go on.” “This meeting. Am I representing the agency on this, or just a merely a lone spectator?” Otterman was preparing to go over the paper work on his desk, but stopped long enough to peer upward with a sigh. John knew from the old Cajun Chief actions he had something up his sleeve, as far as his so-called favorable act. “Let me just put it this way, James. Your attending his function is does not mean you’re on a mission nor an assignment. However, you are still a part of this agency.” Fernardez stood like a young boy listening to advice from his father. “Look at it this way. You are let loose from your desk for a breath of fresh air, sort to speak. So don’t do anything that would give Price or the others the impression you’re on some investigation. You get my drift?” “Yes, sir.” John turned again to the office door. His hand moved slowly to the door knob, when his Field Chief cleared his throat and catches his attention. “Don’t screw this up, Barn. I mean it. Now, you can go.” Fernardez was humble is his exit. Otterman as fair as he was, could order John to his desk for as long as he wanted if things ran amuck.

CHAPTER TWO

HIGH TECH PEACE PLAN

EARLY MORNING, IN THE ARIZONA DESERTS. A convoy follows a wide body truck covering something huge. Following it are four official military limousines, making their way along a seemingly lonely stretch of highway. In the lead car are Army General Blackman, Navy iral Cross, Air Force Major Rosinbloom and Marine General Wineberg. The convoy continues the canyons then ten miles later they reach flat open land the truck slowly comes to a stop on the side of the road and waits for far orders. Blackman radios the second car, the drive answers. “Yes General.” Picking up the hand held radio. Blackman. “Ask the Professor, just where they want this demonstration is to take place.” The driver peers to the back seat of the limo, when a female leans forward, next to her set two other women, one American the other from the West Indies. Speaking with a Latin accent, she tells the soldier to have the truck pull closer to the edge of the road. The woman then points to a section where the terrain is level. “General, she said to have the truck move farther down, then off the road.” As instructed the truck slowly makes its way further down, then onto a flat strip of land as the limos slowly draw near. While the four Military men climb from their cars the woman, flanked by her two colleagues, are helped from their car by the driver then stand looking outward on the truck. iral Cross turns to face the others. “I hope this demonstration is proof of something useful.” “We shall see about it.” Blackman replies, turning to the three women, then waving them his way. “Gentlemen, Doctor or Professor Orlandis, said this project has been in the making for several years now. I would hope this guy Zeus has put some hard work into it, to make it successful.”

“Gentlemen, I don’t think I know you.” The woman remarks, turning to both Major Rosinbloom and General Wineberge with her hand extended outward. “I was under the impression only both iral Cross and General Blackman would be attending.” Blackman excusing himself. “Please pardon me Professor Orlandis. These two gentlemen are Major Rosinbloom and General Wineberg.” The two men shake her hand, then move back with Blackman looking on the large flatbed truck. “Now Professor. We would like to not only see what that is under that canvas, but what is so important about it you need the CIA and FBI to aid your company.” “Gentlemen these two women here are a part of what I am about to show you, this is lead pilot Winslow and secondary pilot Roberts. What you’re about to see, is a very high tech piece of work by the AeroTech firm. You will see how important it is that Major Rosinberg is taking part of this demonstration.” She waves her hand in the direction of the other cars, then turns to the men standing next to the truck and does the same. From the other limos twelve women come rushing forward, all dressed in sky blue flight suit, each having different zodiac logos on the left sleeves, their name tags hanging on the right.

The soldiers near the truck wait for the order to remove the canvas, in minutes that order was given and they quickly leap onto the rear to carrying it out. Slowly the dark blue canvas is drawn back, revealing the tail section of the aircraft. It wore no identifying logo or markings to tell what the name or country of the space age craft represented. It is soon uncovered with the soldiers stood waiting for the next order. Major Rosinbloom turned to Orlandis with his hands posed in front of him. “What is the name of this plane, Professor?” “Oh it’s not just a plane, as we know it. It’s a super jet much like your Black Bird or Stealth Bomber. It’s called the Zodiac gentlemen. The Zodiac is a super sonic semi space craft, well equipped to handle its purpose.” She then looked on the soldiers then nodding her head they begin to release the craft from its resting place on the flatbed. Slowly the jet rolls backward until it is settled firmly on the ground. The ten women dressed in light blue flight suits, rush forward. Orlandis

turns to Winslow, the slender coffee brown skin woman from the West Indies and Roberts the sharply American brunette. “Okay girls, this is it… show these gentlemen just what she can do.” Both women the others. Moments later the twelve women enter the jet, then start its engines. “I have my jets on standby.” Rosinbloom said. “You just let me know when you want them to come in.” “It willn’t be long.” Orlandis placed a wireless headset to her ears then waving to the crew, as the soldiers look on the sleek looking aircraft. “Now, gentlemen there will be two phases to this demonstration. The first test will be done to show you the Zodiac’s speed capabilities. The second is where Major Rosinbloom’s men come in.” Blackman. “And what will that show?” “It will show the jet’s stealth abilities.” She turned back smiling with a clipboard in hand. “I think you will find that part very interesting.” The jet gives out with a roar with the four rear engines release blue flames causing the landscape in the background, to have a wavy effect. The craft looks more like a huge missile, with two large wings in the rear and two slightly smaller ones fixed between the front section and the center. General Wineberg looks on the landscape. There was seemingly no way for any plane of its size to take off, due to the uneven terrain and small trees and boulders doting it. In his opinion it would be suicide to even attempt a launching. “I have one question Professor Orlandis, since this is not a perfect runway, just how will you manage to get that off the ground?” She extends her arms outward, like a magician performing a levitation act. Four flaps beneath the aircraft reveal themselves behind the landing gear, as the rear engines shut down the Zodiac slowly states to hover in mid air. “I am sure this is a familiar sight General, just like the Marine’s Osprey fighters. The Zodiac can do just about the same and more. Once it is clear, it will rocket away without the use of a runway. Would you find it pretty impressive?” “I would say that in deed.” Turning to the others.

Holding up ten fingers, she slowly folds them until there is one left. Within minutes the Zodiac again fires its engines and jets off. All four men held binoculars to their faces, as they watch the jet quickly speed off into the horizon, then disappear over the distant mountains.

“This is Olympus to Zodiac.” Orlandis remarks. “Let them see how quickly you can return.” She turns back in the direction of the canyons behind them, then directed the four military men to do the same. They expected the craft to be seen approaching the way it had gone. Suddenly, before the group realizes the Zodiac rockets over them, with super sonic speed. The sounds of its engines catch their ears much later, but the space craft had buzzed over long before the sound. “Gentlemen the Zodiac can do speeds of Mac #8, if not faster. It hasn’t been tested over that.” “That is quit remarkable Professor Orlandis.” Blackman briefly looked to Major Rosinbloom. “On the way over here, the Major couldn’t help from telling me just what type of jets he has for this demonstration. From what I understand, there is an F-14 and F-16 fighter standing by. I would seriously doubt if you can lose them.” “Well, let’s put that to the test, Major. Would you have your fighters look for the Zodiac. I will instruct my crew to wait anywhere you wish, for their arrival.” The Major is handed a walkie, then instructed the two fighter pilots to make their way to the position of the space age jet, that was reported by its crew to be waiting forty miles from the test site. It was moments later the fighter pilots voices came over the airway. “Major this is Fighter #1 and Fighter #2. We are now coming upon the course instructed.” Rosinbloom. “This Major Rosinbloom. Head for a course of 246 degree south. I was informed the aircraft will be waiting your arrival.” Orlandis relays the same course, then instructs her crew to check their controls and scanners. It was the woman name Roberts who replied. The Zodiac was

picking up the fighters fifteen miles from where they were waiting. Orlandis ordered them to speed off just when they were close. Hovering above the canyons the Zodiac waited, minutes later Roberts spoke again. She and the others noticed on the scanners the two fighters quickly drawing near. “This is Olympus to Zodiac. Let them come within several miles of you, then show them what you have to offer.” Orlandis and the Generals listen to the messages between the fighter pilots and the Zodiac, as they come over the airway. There were no doubts her jet was showing all it could do, with impressive results. Rosinbloom knew the area well and there was no place Orlandis’s jet could go that he and his pilots wouldn’t know about. “Sir this is Fighter #1. We had the craft in sight but…” Rosinbloom. “But what?” “Well, sir. It’s on our radar, but it just sped off leaving us a good distance behind. All we could see was its flames, before, well. It just seemed to vanished amongst the canyons.” “Turn back. Turn back I said. There is no way in hell that thing could just disappear.” He yelled. The pilot replied again. His voice gave the impression it would be useless to continue. “Sir, I hate to say this. Somehow the jet is gone even from our radar screen.” “What is your attitude?” “Sir, we’re both at 52,000 feet.” The other pilot of the F-16 replied. “I tell you sir it either sank below radar or just out of range.”

“This is Olympus to Zodiac. Tell us what you see, then your position.” Orlandis, held her hand over the headset. “This is the Zodiac to Olympus. We are now at 89,000 feet and cruising. We have the two fighters in sight, just east of the canyons thirty miles from your

position and closing.” Orlandis. “Can you see us standing here and what is the Major doing at this time?” Roberts replies again, a slight laugh is heard over the radio. “The Major is standing near the limo and it looks as if he is loosening his tie.” Rosinbloom. “How is that possible at 89,000 feet? They’re almost reaching the limits of any ordinary jet made, not mentioning the Blackbird.” “I told you Major. The Zodiac was made on similar bases with a little more added. There was a lot of planning in making my jet.” Orlandis turns laying the clipboard on the hood of the limo. “There is one more demonstration I just can’t help showing all of you.” Wineberg. “And what is that? With what you have just shown us, it would seem things are going in your favor as it is.” “No, this is a must.” She turned again to Rosinbloom, still fixing his tie. “Major, how much of this countryside do you know?” “More than half… why?” “I asked you to find the most skilled fighter pilots on your base and as you know, these canyons can be tricky as well as dangerous. Am I right in that assumption?” The two fighters whiz over the test site, heading again in the direction of the canyons in the distance. Orlandis turns glancing on them, then to Rosinbloom again. “I’ve shown you the Zodiac’s hovering abilities. Now I want to see if your pilots can find it, when it comes within radar range.” “Now, that part should be something they can do with no problem.” Speaking with confidence. She ordered the jet to lower its altitude, then fly within thirty miles of the canyons and mountains. Winslow’s voice acknowledges. “Gentlemen as you know, or sure I say Major Rosinbloom knows, there are some small settlements near here, about fifty some miles away. The Zodiac will make its way along the interior of the canyons, then settle somewhere amongst them.” She pauses, with one finger held to her lips.

“No, let’s make this something more interesting. Let’s have it settle somewhere within the canyons themselves.” “That’s suicide. With a wingspan that large your whole crew will perish, even if it can hover.” Remarks Blackman. “We’ll see.” She gave a course and both Winslow and Roberts checks the screen, then acknowledge the command. When the voice of Major Rosinbloom is heard, the Zodiac then streaked down like a hawk and takes its position under the watchful eyes of the two fighter pilots. “Sir, we have them descending in the canyons just east of you, what do you want us to do now?”

Rosinbloom. “Find it for God sake. Use every piece of equipment you have to locate the air craft.” “That’s a roger.” The jets bank a left then fire their after burners. Cloud-like exhaust trailed their movement and is noticed by those on the ground. Rosinbloom and the others were men of experience, in both peace as well as wartime situations. They had seen many aircraft prototypes large and small used for spying. So far none have out perform them, till now. The fighter pilot reported sighting the Zodiac on their radar screens and that information was quickly relayed to the jets’ crew. They were just several miles from the approaching fighters when Winslow pressed several buttons before glancing over to Roberts smiling. “This is Fighter #1 to Fighter #2. I have them on the radar and we should be reaching their position in five minutes.” “Roger #1.” Their voices came clearly over the Major’s radio. He turned glancing on the female Professor standing next to him with a look of confidence growing larger. “They have them Doctor Orlandis. Now, if they can elude my men in that area then I must say your jet is quite a craft to be ed.”

“Sir, we are now over the canyons as we speak. I can’t see how come we can’t find them.” Pilot #2 replied. “What do you mean you still can’t find them? Their there I tell you. Check your instruments again. Those canyon walls are too narrow for such an aircraft.” He waited for a few moments, but the reply was still the same. “Okay, bring it in.” Turning to Orlandis, then letting out with a sigh. “Okay, just how did you do it?” Blackman asked. “I failed to mention the Zodiac’s wings fold neatly within the frame works.” She answered. “That’s impossible. I have seen many other planes being made, even if it could hover, it would come down like a rock without wings to it.” “That’s just it. It did land in the canyons and it can do more.” Blackman. “Just how much more? Come to think of it, where is this guy Zeus? He’s the one who should be here explaining all of this instead of sending you, if you pardon me saying so.” Orlandis turned facing the lime with her hand held briefly in the air, excusing herself in order to give her crew final instructions. “This is Olympus to Zodiac. You can bring her in now girls. The demonstration is over.” Winslow. “This is the Zodiac. We are on our way, over and out.” Orlandis removed the head piece, then turned to the four high ranking officers. She smiled knowing she had shown them something they had never thought was unimaginable. It was space age technology out of Buck Rogers… something not even NASA had come up with. Orlandis. “Gentlemen, this concludes the demonstration.” Briefly turning to the limo. “As far as any other questions. They will be answered at the conference in New York, three weeks from how.” Wineberg. “Will this jet’s creator be there as well?” “Zeus will be there.” She slowly slips inside, with the driver closing the door.

Before long the sleek jet returns hovering like a bird of prey several yards from the waiting truck, just as it started the process of loading it on take place with all twelve woman slowly making their way to their limos. Once again the vehicles moved slowly along the desert terrain with the sun beaming heavily on them. Five miles later, Orlandis who was seated in the rear between both Blackman and Cross finds herself answering more questions about the amazing jet. Their concerns were more about its safety and the reasons for the CIA and FBI’s involvement. Orlandis. “Gentlemen. As you know this is a movement against the project named after the jet, Project ZODIAC, is under fire. Not only is our main base of operations under the eyes of the public, so are the bases in Europe. We need some way of safeguarding the program and its personnel. This air craft, with all of its potential, could be used for other things in the wrong hands.” “Who do you think is the main target? With many of your staff working on this, surely this group knows nothing of this person Zeus.” Orlandis briefly glanced on the iral, then turned forward. “This is true.” She replied. “We have good reason to believe they will demonstrate outside to the UN, during the conference. There have been many threats on the creator of this jet. The company wants to do everything in its power to safeguard its personnel as well as the jet itself.” General Blackman. “Where will the Zodiac be secured?” “I think the most common joke you gentlemen say is, if I tell you I have to kill you.” The two men chuckled. “The Zodiac will be stored in one of our underground facilities. A few UN Task Force will assist our guards in its safe keeping. You will be informed after the conference to the other base locations.” iral Cross. “I hate to dog this subject out, but how secure is this base of yours?” “Let me say this about our company and its bases. There are cameras in all the hangars with men monitoring them at all times. Guards at the main gates and card coded doors as a safeguard… just like the one on the Zodiac’s hatch door.”

“So you must be identified in order to gain access inside the plane as well?” Blackman asked. “That’s correct.” Both men were impressed by what they heard. Professor Orlandis represented the company professorially, showing them she knew quite a bit about the project. iral Cross leaned back in his seat, momentarily looking out the rear window on the scenic view. “Professor Orlandis. I hear you and your company received funding from some of the countries in the UN. They must have quite a bit of confidence in Zeus’s project.” “Oh yes. If anything should happen to it, there will be some heads rolling and not just ours.”

With the Zodiac and its crew safely escorted to the AEROTECH base, the limo carrying both men and Orlandis reach the main gates leading to the underground parking lot of the military base. iral Cross bid them farewell, then turned and headed in the direction of his waiting car Orlandis and Blackman stood in center of the lot. Blackman’s tucks his hands firmly in his pockets then turned looking on the cars briefly. “I must say. I can’t wait to hear more about that plane. There is so much that needs to be explained.” “I am quite sure it is, that’s something I look forward to doing.” Picking up her briefcase, she then extends her hand. “It’s been quite a day. What are the arrangements for the conference?” “I will have a limo pick you up from the hotel then bring you there. What about the other women… will they be meeting with us?” “No. Unfortunately, they will be flying to our base in England. I will meet with them as soon as this is over there is still a lot of work to be do. Well, good-bye General Blackman.” The General stood watching as Professor Orlandis departs from the parking lot with the lights of her BMW giving off a bright blue tint effect as she heads his

way and as she es him she gives a quick blow of the horn before heading for the parking lot exit.

NATIONAL SECURITY AGENCY, FORT MEADE MARYLAND. Reports of attempted assassination in Europe continue to flood the agency’s data systems, more than ever. Neither John nor Ward could make heads nor tails of it. At first it seems as random attempts with no foreseen reasons but when the name Roberski popped up, it catches the men’s attention. Ward stood holding two reports. “James, I think we got something here. This guy Roberski, isn’t he the one you and Westmore were going after along with, Clardaire?” “Yeah. Wait a minute, Tim. Let’s get Torrez to explain why this is just surfacing.” Ron Torrez stood speaking with one of the female agents his reputation as a Latin lover was just like Fernardez’s only Ron’s was within the agency. Both men approach Ron still laughing and gazing into the woman’s eyes his hands holding a cup of coffee. Fernardez. “Hey, Torrez. I got a question for you.” Taping the agent’s shoulder then turning to the woman excusing himself. “Tim and I saw this come up. It’s from the last assignment I had.” Torrez turns facing both men. “Okay, what is it you want to know about it?” Ward. “Why is Roberski’s name popped up with connects with these terrorist activities?” “The people in Interpol connected him with some of the others who have had attempts on their lives.” He reaches for the reports. “Yeah, this sounds about right. This last guy is connected with the Aerotech corporation come to think about it, so is this one.” “How? These are secondary of the United Nations Council.” John Fernardez looks up with his face twisted. “They have no real importance.” “I would not say that, James. These men have been coming to the US on constant bases talking to the Engineers and staff of this company. A

great deal of money from what I understand, is funding whatever this Aerotech company is doing.”

John looks again on the information one of the names beside Roberski’s was a Russian name, Yves Huncozoff a man Clardaire on several occasions tried to kill. His influence on the subject of Soviet-American relationships was greatly ired on both sides as well as the of the UN. It later came to his attention, John, Westmore and Arron Carson, once worked with him. “Something is up.” Torrez and Ward turn to Fernardez. “I have this odd feeling that Clardaire is using this group ABBA as a cover-up for something big.” Torrez. “Come on, James. Clardaire is somewhere in Europe thinking about much more important people than this guy.” “You don’t get it, do you? Roberski and Huncozoff are connected in some way or were. Besides, this Aerotech company is popping up more and more on our incoming data.” “Which means what, James?” Ward reaches for the paper. “There is something brewing with this company, something those demonstrators know and disapprove of. You know how news links out to the public and in this case, some type of info just did.” “What do you think it is?” Torrez retrieves the information from Ward then turns to Fernardez. “This group of protesters has been known to hate whatever the United Nations came up with in the way of world peace. I am sure Georgio Clardaire is not interested or is part of this group.” “He’s right, James. He’s just a flunky or was one for the CIA. You killed Roberski so that lets him out of the loop and as far as Huncozoff, he sort of mended his way before becoming a targeted figure.” John slowly places his hands in his pockets then rocks on the heels of his shoes for a moment as Torrez walks off leaving him and Ward standing there. “That might be true for some reason I still think Clardaire is connected with the events that have been happening. There is only one way to find that out that’s when the

CIA finds, Carver.” “He can clear your name James, but I doubt if it goes further than that.” “Yeah, you might be right, yet his sudden disappearance is suspicious in my book.” “I’ll tell you what. I’ll do all I can to find out more about this. If you’re right I’ll see if the Chief will release you from your punishment… sort to speak.” Three days later with Ward unable to discover anything else on Georgio Clardaire or Arron Carson’s whereabouts, John is called into Otterman’s office again. He stands with his hands posed in front of him waiting for Otterman to lift his head from the work on his desk in doing so he gives several gentle coughs as if clearing his throat. Otterman continued his gaze on the work in front of him his reading glasses were seated on the end of his nose as usual he seemed unaware of his agent standing there. Again, Fernardez repeats his coughing causing Franklin to slowly look up. “I hope you do something about that cough, James. it’s becoming annoying.” “Just a little tickle, sir.” Otterman stands to his feet to move around the corner of his desk with his body barely missing it. Pointing to one of the two leather chairs as he usually did in such meetings Franklin waits for Agent Fernardez to settle down before removing several new data sheets and a photo.

Otterman. “I guess you’re wondering why I call you in.” “Well, yes sir. Since I haven’t blown up someone’s villa or hurried anyone over a cliff from behind a desk.” John tries to make light of the moment. “The thought the department was getting bore not reading my reports.” “I don’t have time for levity, Barn.” Otterman hands him new photos and documented reports. “I want you to look at the woman in the photograph. That’s Professor Stella Orlandis, age 48 a Cuban born Aerospace Technician with several well-known Universities under her belt.” “She looks to have more than that.” Fernardez glanced on the picture showing

the Hispanic woman in a tasteful swim suit with wet should length hair and welltanned skin. “What is interesting about her besides being a glamorous looking Professor?” “If you can manage to train your mind on you job and not just women, I think we can get on with this briefing.” “Sorry, sir.” “She will be representing the Aerotech Corporation at the UN meeting in two weeks. According to my sources she is the person who requested the extra security and will be take this man calling himself, Zeus’s place in the meeting. I will not soil this the purpose of this assignment the only thing I will reveal to you is this. General Blackman stated what is about to be mentioned is struck him was unbelievably incredibly.” “What about Georgio Clardaire and Arron Carver? Is there any news where Carver is, if he’s still alive?” “I am glad you mentioned that. That photo Westmore told of both men seems it was taken somewhere in . Why Westmore and Carson followed Clardaire there is still a mystery. I had someone in Foreign Affairs check that location out. It looks as if one of the Aerotech sites is in, Holm .” “Sir, don’t we have an Air Force Base there?” “Yes. again, my resources say Aerotech has one hereby also. If Price can get off his ass and find his rogue agent we can find out why that picture was taken.” “So, what about this?” “I want to find out what this company is doing for the UN? It’s been funded by twelve countries… which by the way have had problems with this group of demonstrators.” Fernardez. “What has gotten under this group’s ass to make them become a national threat?” Otterman strolled to the door then leaned his ear against it. He waits for a few moments with his hand raised with Fernardez looking on the second time he had

seen his Chief act in such manner. In John’s mind what was being said was much more involved than he could imagine. Seconds later, Franklin strolls slowly back to stand in front of his most trusted agent. “General Blackman spoke with me two days ago. He and several others high ranking officers watched a demonstration as I said. I guess there is not need in attempting to hide this from you before going to the UN briefing. So I guess I might as well reveal what it is you are about to hear.” Fernardez. “You’re going to soil things, right?” Franklin Otterman gives a hind of a grin.

“I guess that is the case. General Blackman witnessed some type of super jet that Aerotech has been working on much like the Stealth Bomber but having a much more impact on the imagination.” “A super jet. What’s so important about it to have us think Clardaire interested?” “That’s what I want you to find out along with its creator, Zeus.” Otterman returns to his desk folding his reading glasses placing them in his shirt pocket. “I want to know all about it and why Price’s men along with the FBI are involved in attending this UN meeting. Oh, yes. There is talk we are now involved as well even thought it hasn’t reached my desk.” John slowly rises to his feet straightening his suit and tie. Handing his Chief the data sheet and the woman’s picture, Fernardez continues poised near his Chief’s desk. “Sir, this should be interesting I am sure. I would rather be in the field, again.” “We’ll see. Like I said before. This is a chance to get some fresh air nothing more. I am hoping you do not do something to draw more attention to this agency as you have done in the past, James. I placed my butt on the line much too often for you trying to clear you from being behind the desk indefinitely. You screw up again that may happen. That’s all Barn… you can leave now.”

THE UNITED NATIONS BUILDING, NEW YORK, TWO WEEKS LATER. A

gun metal gray colored Dodge Avenger slowly makes its way along the busy streets of the city in front of it several blocks away four limousines slowly pull up in front of the UN building with Secret Service men leaping out to open the doors. General Blackman sent a car to Orlandis’s hotel the driver waits outside listening to music unaware of the well-dressed man approaching from the car’s rear section. The man gentle tap on the driver’s window having him rolls it down after lowering the radio. “Yes sir. Is there something wrong?” The driver asks. “I would ask you to pull the car around the back if you wouldn’t mind. Your enger has requested not to be seen leaving the hotel.” The driver was young and still inexperienced knowing very little about security measures the man had introduced himself as one of the hotel’s security . He climbs in along side the driver then points to a side entrance in the rear of the building as they make their way toward the entrance the driver turns smiling. “So, is my rider a bit shy?” “I would imagine so. My orders were to have you wait in a more inconspicuous place. You don’t mind if I check the trunk, do you?” The young driver’s eyes stare on man dressed in gray suit he stutters momentarily to the man’s remarks. “Well, I don’t know. There’s nothing in it but a spare tire and a few clearing things inside along with some luggage.” Both men check the trunk. Satisfied in his search the guard moves back with hands in his pocket while the driver straightens his stance. “I told you it was almost empty. There’s room for a body you can say.” “I was just about to say the same thing.” The driver was still partially leaning over when he noticed the man holding a gun with a silencer attached but he could utter a sound three thumping shots are fired and the driver falls back slumped partially inside the trunk. His assailant glances on the surroundings while as he tucks the weapon in his pocket.

The young man’s body is lifted into trunk inside, before his killer slammed it shut. It wasn’t long before Professor Orlandis emerges from the hotel, dressed in a dark blue business suit and heels. On her shoulder a black strapped portfolio bag that she held like her life depended on it. The limo slowly pulls up and man steps out to open the rear door. Later, with Orlandis seated in the rear, the car

heads for the United Nations Building. Fernardez set with a lit cigarette in his mouth looking over more information on the woman known as, Professor Orlandis. According to the newest information handed to him, Orlandis had been denied recognition by her colleagues, for some of her work. She started working in England with a man name, Professor Wilkinson who acknowledged her skills in aerospace technology. John closed the folder just in time to see Orlandis’s limo pull up. The sidewalk was swarming with reporters and news cameras, not to mention the crowd of demonstrators known as ABBA. As the Secret Service clears a path for General Blackman and other military personnel, Orlandis is quickly hustled along behind them. Fernardez made his way through the crowd, then flashes his ID to the men standing guard at the doors. He walked casually through the large auditorium along with reporters, when one of Price’s men tipped him on the shoulder. It was CIA Agent Somkins, a man who was huffy like a football player with the manners of a hillbilly. John stopped but never turned around, until Somkins spoke with his hand on John’s shoulder. “Don’t think I would see you anytime soon, especially here.” Agent Somkins remarks after hearing Fernardez was confined to his desk. “I heard of shit piling up, what about your paper work?” “No more no less. Some shit just piled differently.” John’s eyes cut down on the man’s hand, then slowly removing it. Somkins. “I heard word you were stationed to a desk for some time.” “Word gets around fast, doesn’t it?” John stands facing Somkins fully. He turned to the crowded still milling about the hall ways. “Just for the record Somkins. I’m here because I was invited, so to speak.” The huffy Secret Service agent glances on the lobby with a smirk then shook his suit coat several times before giving his head a twist. “I don’t know who invited you, but we have things here under control.” John. “So you’re saying to take a hike?” “That’s pretty much the jest of it, yes. You can tell the person who invited you,

to do the same.” Suddenly a voice calls out John’s name and Somkins turns back. “Mr. Barn. I was told to look for you here. I think you will find this conference interesting.” “Hi, General Blackman.” Fernardez steps between Somkins and the three Generals. “Agent Somkins here was just saying we should take a look around. Didn’t you, Somkins?” Turning briefly to the agent whose face was reddish with hatred. Blackman led Fernardez and the other two Generals inside the auditorium, as Agent Somkins and his colleagues look on. “Barn, I want to introduce you to General Howard and General Tiddys.” The men shake hands, then continue down the hall. “They haven’t seen this jet in action there are some questions they have I can’t answer.”

“I have a few. I haven’t been briefed somewhat on this not in depth. You can say I’m going cold turkey on this one.” “Don’t worry James. This should prove worth your while. Besides, it got you out of the office.” Blackman, nudge’s the agent’s arm smiling. The conference room was crowded with of the UN, the media and agents there to protect them. Fernardez and the Generals make their way through the aisles until they reach the center. Blackman hands each one a file, making John the last one to receive one. “Just so you know what this is about, this is a file on Professor Orlandis. She’s the one speaking today and I think you’ll find her an elegant spokesman.” “The company must really have confidence in her.” John remarks “Oh yes, and rightfully so. She has been working with this guy Zeus on this jet of theirs for some years. She knows everything there is to know about it.” He turns to the others seated beside him. “She spent eight years with the company and five with its British base complex.” John looks on the introductory brochure. “It says here she has a Ph.D., in Physics

and specially skilled in the dynamics of Thermos nuclear power.” “That’s just the tip of the iceberg, Barn. She added Lockheed as one of her places of learning. Some of the designs for this jet, from what I understand, came from there.” Blackman. “It’s hard to describe it Barn. It’s something straight out of some Star Wars movie. We couldn’t take pictures of it… security reasons of course. It has to be approved by the UN, before being released to the major Air Force bases.” “It must be some kind of beauty.” John added. “Oh it is James it is.” Fernardez places his hand over his mouth then leaned toward the General. “So what about this company? I was told of it but I didn’t think it was all that big of a deal.” Blackman. “It is… trust me. Twelve major countries are backing this program the US and Great Britain included. It will become one of the largest companies in aerospace history, if this goes through.” John looks on the many rolls of seats in the auditorium slowly being filled by reporters and of the United Nations. He gently taps General Blackman’s arm then leans closer to whisper. “This introduction sheet talks a lot about this brilliant woman but not her employer Zeus. So when do we actually see this guy?” “That is what’s wrong with you boys in the agency you are impatient and looking for answers right a way.” Blackman chuckles with his hand patting Fernardez’s forearm. “Don’t worry, Barn. She will introduce him in good time.” More stroll in taking their seats. John noticed them placing the headsets lying next to their seats. They were there to translate all the foreign languages into English and vise reverse for the of the UN. John started to lean toward the General again when a Speaker for the UN walked onto the platform followed by the lovely Hispanic Professor. The man steps to the podium with microphone and folders in hand. “Member of the UN. Today we are honored and proud to have a woman who has

worked for years in the name of science and peace, Professor Stella Orlandis of the AEROTECH CORPORATION.”

Orlandis walked proudly on stage with microphone in hand slowly positions herself behind the podium as the crowd applauded. Setting her briefcase beside her, Orlandis seem slightly nervous as she starts to speak. “ of the United Nations. I come before you with a plan to make your peace efforts work. Due to some set backs in this project, we could not have show you at an earlier date and time.” Orlandis eyes scan the crowded room. She pauses then turns to the speaker and the agent with him, asking for the slide projector. “I know most of you are asking this question. Where is the man who created this project that I am about to show you.” It was then one of the from Italy stood to his feet preparing to ask the same question everyone else had in mind. Knowing whom the creator of the jet seemed to be important to most of the and the press. Professor Orlandis listened to several more who felt their investment in the project demanded, Zeus answer the questions. She stood with her hands on the podium. “ of the UN. This might seem just as surprising as the news I about to release about the project.” The auditorium grows silent. John and General Blackman set waiting for the news she had said could very well shock them. Orlandis. “ of the United Nations. I am Zeus, the creator and designer of the aircraft that you will see today.” “Why all the deception?” A member British member asked. “There is a good reason for it I can assure you.” She raised her hands as the sound of murmuring cuts through the auditorium room. “Let me explain. For years I have worked with the company on several other projects with my colleagues often rejected my plans. It wasn’t until I went to England and worked with Professor Sterling Wilkinson, that someone noticed my work and appreciated it.” General Tiddys rose to his feet. His voice was less intimidating. “I would ask this question. Why use a fictitious name to receive funding for this project? Why didn’t Professor Wilkinson ask for himself?”

“He and I worked on the Zodiac. Although the Zodiac was my idea and design Professor Wilkinson knew the companies in the US would not consider nor even think of risking their name on a woman’s idea.” As Tiddy seated himself, Orlandis then moved on. Turning around to the slide projector then flipping the switch, she explains what appeared. It was a blue print of the jet leaving most of its sensitive information out. “What you are now seeing, is the interior section of the Zodiac.” Moving the pointer, then the speaker hands her, along the sections within the craft. “As you can see the jet is equipped with front and rear camera, to detect oncoming aircraft, not only that it can use its satellite systems to relay pictures of its position or areas it flies over.” Blackman. “I know now fast it is and a little about the camera… that little demonstration with Major Rosinbloom proves its close circuit capabilities.” “The General is right. The Zodiac at 89,000 feet can zoom in on any targeted country with crystal clear pictures.” She moves the pointer again, this time to the wing sections. “It has four retraceable wings, beneath the frame are four propellers strong enough to lift the craft like a hovercraft, to a height of at least 50 feet above ground before taking off.” “What are the chances of it becoming a weapon of destruction?” A French member asks.

“The Zodiac is accessible only through the use of finger print identification. The crew have all gone through the process. Of course this is a deterrent against the possible act of hijacking.” Blackman again stands, as Fernardez watches Orlandis becoming less nervous and more confident. “Professor Orlandis, I did notice on the day of the demonstration, there were twelve women involve in the testiing… why was that?” “I would think that question and answer would be obvious General Blackman, there are twelve countries here, who have given their time and money to see this

moment. The women you saw are all from one of those countries. But let me sum us what we have before us up, before dealing with the crew.” The conference went on for a few hours. The Zodiac was all but taken apart to the last screw. Finally, Orlandis returned to the crew of the super jet listing their names, duties and Zodiac signs. “Now then. Before I name the of the Zodiac. Are there any final questions about its use?” John turns looking on the crowded room there were some who were taking notes’ others whispering to each other but there was one question that had not come about… where would the jet land and refuel, as well as security measures. Orlandis waits a few minutes more, before turning to ask that the slide projector be moved. “I have a question maybe a few more than that.” Fernardez stood with the sheet of paper briefing them on her history. “We all know that the jet has to be refueled, for security reasons, just where would that take place?” “And you are?” “James Barn, NSA.” “Well Mr. Bond, that is a very good question coming from someone who works in securing things.” “No disrespect Professor. The name is Barn, not Bond.” He remains standing as she explains. “Each one of these countries involved have provided a site for such a thing some are amongst regular Air bases in Europe as well as the United States. Of course Aerotech has private air strips to that are mingled in with the others. We have private security working with local authorities, that should be enough to limit attempts of hijacking or any wrong doings.” He turns again briefly glancing on the three Generals seated next to him it was General Blackman noticed a smile growing on John’s face. “The other question is this… why are there twelve women? The so-called spy planes we have hold three at the most.”

“Let me just state this.” She stands on the edge of the platform, scanning the as she speaks. “The Zodiac is not made to spy on any one country it is my intentions for its use to be as a tool of peace and trust amongst the nations. It is true that it has lethal firepower… but that is for its own protection that protection is actually considered non lethal in nature. As for your question, Mr. Barn.” Turning to face Fernardez again.

“This aircraft can stay aloft for at least three to four days before refueling. There will be shifts, three pilots, navigators, copilots and communications technicians for each shift Twelve crewmen in all.” John was taken in by her beauty as he continues to stand smiling, Orlandis was just as good as the General said she was, professional, smart and to the point, there was no doubt she was proud of what she had accomplished. “I hope this doesn’t sound chauvinistic, why all women? Surely you could find men, who could do the job just as well?” “I suppose I could in fact there were a few picked. I don’t want to sound as if I am stereotyping men, but I find them wanting not to take orders from women.” Replying gracefully. “Besides, how much work would be accomplished, with six men and six women aboard, for three to four nights of flying?” Fernardez bows slowly, Orlandis makes her point clearly with John acknowledging it. He seats himself then leans back with both Generals looking on smiling. “She’s a bit much… wouldn’t you say?” Blackman remarks. “I would say that, in deed.” Orlandis removes the list the crew along with their duties and represented countries each having a zodiac sign of their own. “The women are hand-picked by their countries to fly the Zodiac starting with the Communications Technicians, Chin Wang, Japan, Sagittarius, Helda Gershaw, , Cancer, Patricia Pasco, Canada, Gemini.” She flips a page, then continues.

“The pilots are lead pilot Jean Roberts, American, Aquarius, secondary pilot, Paula Winslow, the West Indies, Virgo, Jonnetta O’Brian, Ireland, Aries. Now for the copilots, Tishina Borgsliski, the Soviet Union, Leo, Liz Corgio, Spain, Libra, Pearl Steward, Great Britain, Capricorn.” She pauses and looks on the audience. “Finally the Navigators, Claudia De’Minosa, , Scorpio, Ava Monet, Italy, Pisces and Mattie Swazit, Switzerland, Taurus. Each one well trained with months of flight time behind them, picked from some of the best in their country.” Orlandis neatly folded the list then placed it in her briefcase, before being led from the platform. She has reached the last landing of the stage’s platform, when Fernardez called out. “I know this meeting is over, but I have just one question of you, Professor.” Orlandis, accompanied by four well-armed Security men, stops and turns back. “Yes. What is your question, Mr… ? “Barn, James Barn.” Some in the audience turn as if the name stuck stardom of some kind. “I would like to ask you why are the crew all women? I am sure there are a few men available to fly this super jet of yours.” “Well, Mr. Barn.” She smiles her head dips slightly then rises with a smile her still gracing her lips. “Just like my colleagues. There were doubts about both my idea and the possibility of it leaving the ground. This might sound somewhat sexist, but I found women are less bull headed in following another woman’s orders and they tend to take their work seriously.” Muffled laughter fills the room John finds himself standing almost speechless by her remarked. He merely smiled then bows graciously, with the female Professor returning his jester.

With each of the countries involved pleased with what was shown and explained, Orlandis escorted by Secret Service Agents, is led from the auditorium under the sound of the applauding crowd. Fernardez and Blackman wait for the rest of the to leave, before moving from their seats. They watch Stella Orlandis walk amongst the News Reporters as agents make room for her to move freely.

“Well, Barn. What do you think?” John was still looking in Orlandis direction. “That’s one smart woman wouldn’t you say?” John hadn’t heard a word the General said, coursing him to repeat the question. Blackman. “Mr. Barn.” Tipping Fernardez on his arm gently. “What do you think of her idea?” “Oh yes, General… the idea. Yes, it’s a good one and it has some potential.” “You haven’t heard a word I said, that’s understandable. She’s quite attractive as well as smart, isn’t she?” “That part I did heard and you’re right… she is.” Professor Orlandis was not yet outside the building. Blackman and Fernardez stood waiting for the Reporters to step aside for a better look at her again. General Tiddys had excused himself from their presents, to ed other Military . Fernardez. “My main concerns General is what does she intend to gain and what it she trying to prove?” “Trust Mr. Barn, it’s all about trusting each other.” Turning to the crowd, with Orlandis answering Reporter’s questions. “With each country having something to do with the project, each one will work together to ensure it’s success.” “Could that be the real reason for the twelve women?” “Not a bad catch.” Blackman nudged the agent’s arm and smiled. “No, it’s not. In fact that’s the part I like most, General.” The driver of the limo stood waiting. His hands move slowly to the inside of his suit coat, as if he were feeling for something. John noticed him doing it several times, before he making his way outside. There was something familiar about driver, but John couldn’t place it right then. He walked with a slight limp of the left leg, sunglasses covered his eyes and his cap was positioned close to the top rims. John excused himself then moved quickly toward the crowd of Reporters,

moving some of them out of the way flashing his ID and badge flashing. He was minutes from reaching Stella Orlandis when agent Somkins, not to be out done, stepped in his path. “You got away with getting in here. So now you can go back to your agency and finish up your desk work.” “Are you asking me or telling me?” “Don’t push it Barn. If you do you may find yourself at that desk longer than you think.” Fernardez cut his eyes in Orlandis then rolled them back to his CIA rival. “Look Somkins. I just want a few words with the lady. Now if you don’t mind, get the hell out of the way.” Somkins was not to be moved. He moved closer almost nose to nose with John then whispered his remark and staring into the agent’s eyes. “The conference is over, Barn.”

“No. Let Mr. Barn have his say. He seems harmless enough.” Orlandis, flanked by two agents, steps between the both men. “I take it you’re not a part of the UN Committee nor its efforts to protect me.” “No. Mama, I’m not. Just a man who thinks your idea might have a chance of working… with a little more time.” He glanced on agent Somkins as Stella placed her arm around his and leads him away with the CIA agent looking on. Orlandis. “Would you like to walk me to my car?” “Sure. Unfortunately, this is going to be a short walk and I have enough questions to walk you to the hotel.” “Hardly. I am afraid you’ll going to have to settle for the short walk.” She and Fernardez stroll down the stairs of the building. Blackman looked on from a distance, almost laughing when he noticed Somkins frowning as a result of the intrusion between the John and himself. “It’s rare to find someone likes yourself showing such an interest in something

like this. Now that I have said that what line of work are you into, Mr. Barn?” “NSA. The other Secret Service.” Fernardez looks briefly on the street. “Actually, I am interested in your work. For a woman like yourself coming up with such an idea of bringing peace to the world, I must say you’re good looking and smart.” She let out with a laugh. “You know how to flatter a woman, but as I said. My ideas were often rejected by my other colleagues. Professor Wilkinson had to announce the Zodiac as his own creation, in order to fund the project.” “Why use the name Zeus when, Wilkinson could have very well used his own name?” “Security reasons.” She glances on the crowd standing outside. “With those demonstrators, he felt it would be better if I used a catchy name and with the jet named Zodiac it seemed suitable.” As they reach the limo the driver slowly climbed from the driver’s door, then stood waiting for the couple to finish talking. With the driver’s head faced downward and cap hiding part of his face, his facial features were well hidden. Fernardez. “So what is your next stop after this? Will it be some kind of promotion for you, or a vacation is in schedule?” “I wish it was a promotion involved. No. Actually, it’s business as usual. I’ll be heading for London for another briefing, then to meet with the crew . One of our bases, as you might know is there.” She Switches her briefcase from one hand to the other, then glanced on her watch before jetting her free outward. “I really must go now. it has been a pleasure talking with you Mister Bond” “Barn, mama. B.a.r.n without the E. James Barn the other agent.” John reached his hand toward the door knob of the limo then smiled as he slowly opened it. Stella Orlandis slips inside. Her slender legs gracefully settle to the floor, before the door comes to a close. Fernardez watched as the driver who had exited the car to open the door, glances inside before reentering the limo again. John continues to notice the man’s limp like the one Arron Carver received in Vietnam that broke several bones in his leg causing him to limp.

The agents who had escorted Orlandis outside moved to the two black Chevy cars behind the limo, prepares to follow it to the hotel as a security measure. John set in his car for a few moments before the limo finally pulls off through the heavy New York traffic he could see the three cars slowly moving through the mid day traffic. Something was out of place John could feel it in his bones he though more about the limo driver and now his curious nature was getting the best of him. The man’s leg and way he seemed to be hiding his identity along with the fact he had not walked around to open the door, was unusual for limo service drivers he had witnessed before. The agent could now see Orlandis’s limo along with the two escort cars stuck in traffic then seconds later the limo makes a sharp left turn then heads in the wrong direction leaving its escorts in traffic he knew then something was dreadfully wrong and takes action. John puts his acknowledge of the city to uses he. knew most of the short cuts and briefing turns to makes sure the coast is clear before flooring the Dodge Avenger into high gear. Smoke rises from the sports car’s wheels as they spin leaving a black marks behind. It was something out of the French Connection as John es the Chevys by way of the sidewalk avoiding a group of bystanders in front of a store front then speed off in the direction of the limo. Fernardez and Orlandis’s driver disregarding traffic lights and busy intersections in the car chase, nearly causing collisions. John makes a sharp turn into an alley running in the same way as the speeding limo he caught a brief glimpse of it through the small openings of ing buildings after hitting garbage cans along with loose bags of trash the agent comes to the end of the alley way to notice the limo speeding by. Fernardez peels wheels and was soon dead on the limo’s tail through its rear window he could see Orlandis yelling something with the driver never turning back. There were no weapons fired the driver was the only one inside too busy trying to elude his pursuer. It wasn’t long before the local authorities were hot on John’s trail that was all he needed in his attempts trying to elude them in order to catch up with the limo. The Latin agent made several sharp turns with his window half way down to hear where the police where but his eyes never leave the fleeing car. Once again the black limo makes another sudden turn this time almost hitting several people standing on a nearby bus stop John also finds himself nearly killing someone as

he swerves onto the sidewalk to avoid it. It was the intentions of the hijacker to reach an area where there were fewer people and more runway… John figured that much. Both he and the limo driver had damage to their cars after striking parked vehicles and other object in their path in the car chase. Both the Avenger and the limo were approaching an intersection Fernardez watched as the car seemed to slow down knowing it wouldn’t make the sudden right turn ahead… he soon did the same. When the limo made its slow turn the driver suddenly peels wheels then turned left cutting in front of oncoming traffic. John looks in the rear view mirror. “God dammit.” He noticed the police barring down on him. “I can’t screw this up or its back to that fucking desk, again.”

The limo seemed to be heading somewhere in the direction of the shipyards just where was the question Fernardez’s biggest problem now was the law he makes a right turn then floors the gas he then heads for another alley hoping to lose the police in some way Fernardez attempts are successful, when he makes another sharp turn behind several buildings then cuts the engines. Glancing again in the mirror he noticed the two patrol cars with lights and sirens speeding it was now for him to find the limo again. Moments later, with all other distractions gone and still unsure of where the Orlandis’s limo went, Fernardez cruises toward the shipyards his eyes scanning the area. Finally, some blocks later he noticed the limousine with the driver’s door along with the door behind it wide open the motor still running. The car seemed empty the agent was hoping that was the case. He slowly drove closer with his gun in hand then stepped from his sports car and approaches the enger’s door. His heart sank a heavy sigh emerges from his lips there was blood scattered on the door still dripping from the top to the handle John’s fears worsen when he walks closer to glance on the inside. The blood stained seats and Stella Orlandis’s limp form said it all she had been shot twice once in the chest once in the forehead signs her abductor was a professional. Her briefcase had been removed with no signs of a struggle all the evidence alerted him Stella Orlandis been taken by surprise before her untimely death. Leaning against the car’s rear John stood with his gun in hand dangling downward when the police arrived. Other Units soon pulled up with flashing lights and sirens he never turns in their direction but continued looking toward the ground shaking his head. The voice of one of the officers suddenly cuts through the

sound of ing ships and seagulls flying overhead as four other officers approached him with guns drawn Fernardez, in his dismay never moved. “You, by the car. Drop the gun and place your hands on the roof of the car.” John slowly drops his weapon then turns facing the car’s hood as two officers rush forward with cuffs in hand wasting no time in cuffing him before slamming him against the car. “God, damn!” The officer remarks frisking the agent. “You have a lot of explaining to do, buddy. I hope you have good God damn Lawyer for murdering this woman.” Another officer soon discovers John’s ID then turns to his partner who was now standing near the patrol car radioing their supervisor. John could see both men whispering to each other until finally they return to the two officers guarding him. “Take the cuff off.” His two colleagues turn to each other. “Did you hear what I said? Take the God damn handcuffs off this guy.” “Hey, man. Look at this mess. You can’t arrest this man then release him seeing what we have here.” “You either take the fucking cuffs off or speak with the Captain. I just called this in and spoke with him myself.” Reluctantly the officer removes his cuffs to place them in his pouch. “I am officer Kelly. I don’t know what the hell is going on or what just happened here but we’re gonna need some answers.” Officer Kelly says handing Fernardez his ID yet still holding on to his gun. “I was just given information you’re legit. The Captain got word from some big shot stating a man was found shot in a hotel this woman was reg in she is suppose to be important herself. So what happened here?” Fernardez rubs his wrists while

Fernardez rubs his wrist while briefly looking on the woman’s body slouched partially over along the rear seat of the limo. “Her name is Professor Stella Orlandis of the Aerotech Corperation. She was at the United Nations building giving a lecture before this happened.”

“So why is she dead?” “That’s a good question one I can’t answer right now.” The officer turned to his partners again briefly. “We have to have some kind of answer whether you work for the government or not. This happened on our turf there is, of course the nasty paper work that has to be done.” He leads Fernardez to the waiting patrol car then instructs two fellow officers standing beside the limo to radio in. “Call the Homicide Unit and have them get here then have someone at headquarters to call the United Nations people for more verification on this guy. The next move is call NSA.” The next few hours finds Fernardez seated in the NYPD Police station as the arresting officer stands with his colleagues gazing briefly on the agent waiting further word. It wasn’t long before the desk phone rings the officer answers it. “NYPD, officer Kelly speaking.” His eyes cut toward John’s direction with the phone placed to his ear. “Yes, I have a man down here with credentials stating he’s with your agency. His name is… .” Officer Kelly glances on Fernardez’s ID. “Mr. Barn, James Barn. There’s been a homicide on the docks we need someone from your agency to answer a few questions before he can be released by orders of our Captain.” The officer stood listening to the person on the other end turning several times in Fernardez’s directions. “I see. Yes, that’s correct. When is someone coming down to fill out the papers work? I do have do write this incident up, you know.” The officer remarks cupping the phone while looking on his fellow . “Yes, sir. That’s what he said so he is legit? Just for the record you are going to submit an incident report and statement to our Captain? Thank you for your cooperation.” Officer Kelly slowly set the phone on its receiver then looks on the three men next to him. “Okay, guys. This is the deal. He’s a government agent and they have already talked to the Captain on this matter. It seems it’s hands off even though it happened on our streets. NSA will be submitting a report to the Captain once one of their people get down here.” Officer Kelly leans against the desk. “Okay, Mr. Barn. You will be free to go just as soon as one of your people get here.” Turning to Fernardez had some idea of whom the young officer had talked to he also knew he was still in trouble more so than ever now. Most likely the caller was Agent Valerie Reynolds who was

assigned close by one of Otterman’s newest agents name Nine Lives and the agency’s cover-up liaison. She cleared things up as far as the local authorities having John released in Agent Larson’s custody but now John would have to deal with his Department Chief. Larson works his way outside to his awaiting car leaving Fernardez still seated on the bench waiting to receive his belongings slowly rising to his feet Fernardez with, Officer Kelly still leaning against the counter a scornful look on his face listens to the agent. “I hope this hasn’t caused too much trouble or paper work.” “Oh no, Barn. Just fifteen pages of a homicide report for our department to read that will most likely be a waste can later and by the time you reach the street your people would have white washed the whole thing with some, bullshit story.”

“I know what you mean.” John turn, back placing his wallet, ID and other items in his suit coat. “I get that most of the time, especially the paper work issue.” Officer Kelly was not a happy camper with the results of his arrest nor were the other officers John saw it on their faces. “Your car is still in the impound lot until the paper work is complete, that may take some weeks. I hope that’s not an inconvenience, Mr. Barn.” Fernardez said nothing more he made his way slowly out to the main entrance then stood with an unlit cigarette in his mouth soon a dark blue car pulls up then slowly comes to a stop. Agent Larson rolls the window down then hit the locks on both driver and enger doors. “This isn’t good, James. I heard some of Price’s men got back with the Chief it seems he’s pissed. So what the hell happened?” John sled inside the enger’s door then sighed. Later the two agents drive slowly through the crowded streets of New York City. “I had nothing to do with it I tried staying out of trouble. Professor Orlandis was killed or did they mention that to you?” “No. All I know is the agency handed me a pre-written statement then told me to pick you up.” Larson was focusing on the streets when his mouth gaped open his head turns suddenly to John. “Hey, wait. You mean Professor Stella Orlandis of the Aerotech Corporation?”

“That’s the one.” Fernardez looks out of his window as he lights the cigarette. “She just finished giving her lecture on something Agent Westmore got wind of a jet made with the approval of the UN and from what I heard about it, its pretty high tech shit.” “Oh, yeah. I am sorry to heard about Westmore. I did hear about you working that assignment and its outcome. You want to talk about it?” “Not in detail. I will say this much. Westmore and Carver were working with me on something that something was finding and assassinating one of his own, Georgio Clardaire. Westmore and I were told to do surveillance and allow Carver to do the job so we just took pictures of their rendezvous some of those pictures somehow ended up missing a few weeks, after Westmore’s death.” “Picture of this jet?” Larson asks glancing under the sun visor on the traffic light. “No, but just as important. He secretly took photos of Carson and Clardaire making an unscheduled meeting near an airport in Europe I’m almost sure that’s why he was killed. If it has anything to do with this jet it’s a mystery to me.” Larson made several turns then stops again at a red light. He looks on Fernardez seated with smoke from his cigarette forming in front of his face. “So, if I am correct. You think the woman’s death is connected with Agent Carve?” “The CIA couldn’t seem to find Carver nor is there any word of him being killed. To be honest with you, I think he’s here and yes he is connected to Professor Orlandis’s death in some way.” “Come, on James. If the CIA can’t find Carver, he has to be in Europe somewhere.” John rolled his window down then toss the half finished cigarette out. “Bullshit. Arron is here I’ll tell why I think that. The driver of the limousine walked with a familiar limp just like Carver received it in Vietnam I have seen him walk over a dozen times to recognize it.” John turns his body half way toward, Agent Larson. “This may sound strange this driver of Orlandis’s didn’t want his face shown.”

“If he was responsible for her death, of course he wouldn’t show his face. It

doesn’t mean he is Agent Carson.” Larson then glanced up at the light that was now green and continued driving. “That’s going to be hard to prove he’s your man. Right now it’s you in the spotlight as far as your Chief and the others in the department. I don’t know what they have plan for you, but I know it is not good.” Both men continue driving along for a few blocks more before Agent Larson make his turn in the direction of several warehouses to come to a stop in front of one. It was a small structure just off the main street with trash blowing freely along the street what traffic was about was less than a couple of delivery vans or factory workers coming and going. John set looking about the exteriors of the structure showing some signs of needed repair. “Where the hell are we.” Fernardez replies still scanning the building and its surroundings. “Hey, James. This is where they told me to bring you. It was the agency’s intentions to just get you our of the police station and away from any of Chief Price’s men who I am sure are ague to bring you in before anything else happens.” John heard the sound of the car doors unlocking slowly he slides out turning back as he closed the door. “Hey, Larson. I have one last question. What about my car?” “That agency will get it back if it is still any good from what I saw of it, it’s not. They have to let NYPD do they paper work you know how that shit works. Meanwhile, someone will you here I guess he or she will also be from the agency. They will fill you in on what to do or what you can expect.” John looks on the warehouse. “Perhaps, this is where I will be working after the Chief chews my ass completely off. The Chief told me not to screw up I guess he has some manual labor in mind.” Larson laughed at the remark. John told his hand and brushed his hair back. “Well, thanks for everything Larson.” “Hey. We’re all on the same team. I just hate to see something like this happen to a fellow member. Good luck and I hope to see you again.” Agent Larson rolls his window up before slowly pulling off leaving Fernardez standing in front of the building. The wind blows the trash gently about the seemingly empty narrow street running between the warehouses pulling his collar around his neck John placed both hands in pockets of his light weight jacket then made his way inside. It was obvious he was to meet someone in the

building who was the question. He stood inside near the main doors then glancing on the spacious work area with the sound of machinery filling the room it was moments later a man dressed in blue jeans and a lab coat wearing a hard hat approached him. He was a huffy person with the attitude of a bigot his eyes moved slowly on the agent from top to bottom. “Are you, Barn?” He asks. “Yeah. That’s my name. I am was told I was to meet with someone here.” The man pointed in the direction of two men working in the far corner of the room. “Yeah, well you can call me Mr. K. I am the foreman of this warehouse I was told you were be here, by those two over here.” John looks again to the end of the room. Ward and one other agent stood facing him as the crude talking foreman spoke. “If you’re here for the position that’s open, you better move along. The manager is waiting to interview anyone seeking a job.”

“Thanks. A change of career seems to be what I might need, right now.” Turning slowly back before moving the foreman he continues looking on the warehouse’s interior while making his way toward both agents standing near a conveyer belt with papers moving along it he wastes no time in ing Ward and his companion who were both wearing hard hats cocked to the side. Tim speaks first as other agent moves behind Fernardezs to block the sights of any onlookers. “Well, James. I see we have a problem again, like before.” “You’re telling me. I just heard the Chief is pissed off with me this time instead of being behind a desk he might make me a part of all of this.” Looking the interior of the warehouse again. “James. this is, Agent Turner. He instructed Larson to bring you here he is also, Larson’s supervisor.” Turner and Barn shook hands. “I don’t think it’s as bad as all that but don’t get the idea you’re out of hot water. Although, I might have some news for you that could be good.” “I could use that I have a question for both of you. What the hell are you doing in New York?”

Turner. “Otterman didn’t want you to know he was here as well. Agent Ward is on assignment with me and far from what you just got yourself into. We received info on one of my agents ing a Chinese turn coat whose gone Soviet on us.” Fernardez. “That’s funny.” Glancing on the foreman who was standing with his hands on his hips, watching every they moved. “Professor Orlandis spoke about trust amongst other countries it seems trust is greatly needed more than ever in the world.” “Which brings us to you, James?” Ward moved closer, then places his hand on Fernardez should then leads him to a small room on the other side of the building with Turner close behind. “The two agents who were to escort her to the airport, were overheard talking to General Blackman. He sent a man to pick her up from the hotel… he never reported back. His body was discovered dead one hour later.” Turner. “Since you attended Orlandis’s lecture and talked to her before all of this took place, Otterman wants to know what you observed to cause you to take off after her limo.” John repeated what he noticed the driver’s strange actions up to the limo chase then the police. He was almost done when they heard the foreman yelling for Ward and Turner to return to work. “Look, James this is important. The Chief thinks you have some kind of lead on this thing he is still ready to bit into your ass for having the department drawn into what you did.” “It’s like I said. I think Carver is here in the United States. He knows how to elude Price’s agent since he is one of them. I also think he’s the one who killed Professor Orlandis for some reason. I need to find him to find out why and who ordered him to do it. He has a lot of explaining to do then son of a bitch.” “That part isn’t hard to do if this man is not Carver.” Turner removed a small piece of paper then hands it to John. “Why is that if I saw him here?”

“The man you saw could just resemble, Arron Carver of course he did make a very stupid mistake. This threat letter was given to us by FBI agents who were monitoring mail coming to and from the Aerotech firm. It came from England and post marked some weeks before Orlandis conference.” “So he could be in the US?” “Sure. Anything is possible.” Ward cut his eyes on Agent Turner briefly. “That’s still not saying this guy you were pursuing is him, he could have been part of the scenario. According to the FBI, this could be Carson’s handwriting there are a few differences in the lettering. This person had been making those threats on this guy Zeus’s life, who ever he is. Since Professor Orlandis worked closely with this guy she became the target.” “Orlandis was, Zeus. She revealed her identity today at the lecture evidently that information leaked out before she revealed it herself.” The foreman yelled out again for both agents to come out of the room. Ward. “If you suspicions are correct, Carson is using someone in this group ABBA to do his dirty work and become the escape goat. This would keep him save if Europe.” The man calling himself Mr. K, stood in the center of the entrance with his hands on the arch way of the door. “Look, you two. If that guy is filling for a position, let ’em. You two have work you were hired to do.” “Sure, sure.” Ward turned almost rolling his eyes. “Just give us a few more minutes. We to fill him in on what he has to do around here.” The foreman watched as Agent Turner and Ward lead John outside the complex. “Now, where are you two going?” Turner. “Could you give us a few more minutes.” His voice gave the impression he was getting impatient with the man’s interference. If it was not for the assignment he and Ward had been working on, Turner would have said nor did anything that would jeopardize their position. “Just a little more time, please.” Standing outside some moments later some distance from the door with the wind whipping the trash and other loose debris around them, Turner offers John a cigarette then lights it. He and Ward brief Fernardez in on what information they

had to give. “This is just a hunch nothing official, Barn.” Turner tossed the match to the ground. “Ward and I think this guy you’re looking for is trying to using this group ABBA to throw off any suspicions on their part. Until we find where that driver of that limo is, we can’t say if, Carver was behind Orlandis’s death or not.” “So what do I do now?” Ward. “Just stay loose, my man and out of anymore trouble. You know I’ll be the first to you with any news is received. If Arron Carver is behind this and Price can’t find him, you know who can.” Referring to their other elite team . Turner glances briefly back on the warehouse door with Tim doing the same. “Look, Barn. Just do as Ward said. Stay out of trouble for as long as you can. You record on disaster is growing and is getting worse, from the looks of it.”

“Yeah, that’s without me being with you.” Tim adds. Turner continues while drawing his shirt collar around his neck. “The agency knows the police are not happy with what has happened. The public will somehow get wind of this and New York’s finest be looking on us with a microscope. In their sneaky way they will somehow find way to make the Government have you to answer more in-depth questions.” Turner jets his finger outward. “You’ll be briefed on what to say before that happens, hopefully.” “There’s not must to say.” Ward. “Good. If so you tell the police what you told them before nothing more. Although, Agent Reynolds smoothed things over for now doesn’t mean it will still that way. Larson will be back to pick you up and take you to your hotel.” Turner cut his eyes on Ward then nods his head in the direction of the warehouse, before speaking for the last time. “Just wait in your hotel James for someone to you. I’ll have someone in my office check with the police about the limo driver and any other information their homicide Detectives dug

up.” Both agents walked inside the warehouse leaving Fernardez looking on the street frustrated leaning against the building. It wasn’t long before Larson returns as he had done before he rolls down the window of the car popping the locks as he motions Fernardez inside. “Hope I didn’t keep you waiting long, Barn. Just need to give you time to be debriefed and get some coffee.” “No.” John remarked sliding himself inside then fixing his clothing. “This has been a hell of a day. Come to think of it, I could use some coffee on the way to the hotel” “Hey, Barn. Look at it this way. This time you were trying to prevent a disaster, not causing one if the Chief in his wisdom can see that, no desk job.” “Perhaps.” Fernardez spend three days in New York before returning to Washington DC he was tied not only from the drive but from all the question that were thrown at him from the local authorities questions that had been answered several times over. The information on the driver of the limousine was now on Otterman’s desk. John slowly entered the office with a look of worry of reprisals he would receive departmental Chief. Otterman stood in front of the hard red wood desk with his hands placed behind him and his legs crossed. “I guest you’re wondering why I called you in here.” Words that were becoming rather repetitive coming from Franklin DuBoris Otterman who turns retrieving paper on his desk. “This information came across my desk sometime yesterday confirming something you said.” “That is, sir?” “Your theory about Carver. Seems you were right, Agent Arron Carver is somewhere in the United States this new is the only reason for me not setting you behind that desk of yours again. Unfortunately, Richard Price has questions to answer to as well I thought that would put a smile on your face.”

Franklin’s seemingly good news did not chance Feranardez’s looks nor his emotions. Otterman motioned John to seat himself in one of the chairs in front of him. “This means you’re not stationary at some freak’in desk, James. Not only that you can go back in the field, now.” “Sir. I don’t wish to seem ungrateful but how does that effect me now, besides granting me some freedom?” “It has come to the attention of the President’s Security Council, Agent Arron Carver is either to be bought in or terminated. He’s working with some group other than ABBA we don’t know about whose plans are to prevent Professor Orlandis’s jet from being used, even with the UN’s approval. With her death along with the deaths of Agent Westmore, Carver is a wanted man.” John settled himself in the chair then crosses his leg. “What about Europe is his wanted there as well? “Yes. Interpol is willing to help find Richard Price’s traitor. If, and I said if you are deployed there, you could get some additional help.” “One last question, sir. What about this group of protectors, ABBA? Do we target them as suspects?” Otterman lowers his head then strolls Fernardez’s chair. “No. As you said, they’re just protectors with little to offer in the way of real threats.” Fernardez. “Now that we know that what about the jet? I’m sure it is somewhere safe in the Arizona complex and hasn’t been removed yet. He wouldn’t dare try anything there.” “Wrong, James. The Zodiac has been moved and on its way to England’s Aerotech Base. If we had gotten the information on Carver out sooner we could have stopped him from leaving the States.” “How do you know he’s not still here?” “The following day after Orlandis’s murder Airport Security reported the murder of the pilot of a private plane the cameras in the terminal caught a glimpse of Carver boarded it leaving its two engers stranded. I don’t know how but he found the right plane to hijack heading for England.” Frank takes in a deep

breath tossing the papers in Fernardez’s lap. “Listen to me this is not official but since you’re not on the desk anymore I want you to go to England and keep an eye on that jet. This is more than just revenge on your part… you got me?” “Yes, sir. As all ways it’s a job.” “That’s right. As far as you being in the Queen’s country is concern, you’re there to keep an eye on this group ABBA you’re doing it for, Brigadier General Cromwall. If you should happen to make with the Aerotech people you’ll be posing as this man here.” Otterman turns back to his desk then hands John a photo of a young tan looking man connected to a NASA Air Base. John cut his eyes on the photo and reads the data on the other side. Richardo Cortrell age forty-three a Latin born Aerospace Engineer who graduated from Florida University with a BS degree also attended NASA’s school of Engineering to become an advisor on their structural design staff. “This guy has savvy to be so young.”

Otterman. “Yes, and in two days so will you. Read that profile get familiar with it. You’ll be flying to England by way of commercial flight.” John tucked the information in the pocket of his suit as his Chief continued his briefing. “We made arrangements for that young man to take a lengthy vacation. I hope it will not be necessary for Mr. Cortell’s vacation to be prolonged it will cost the government a great deal of money.” “Who’s my ?” John’s hand reaches up to button his suit. “Agent Ellis is the person you will be meeting with the General Cromwall thought it would be fitting you and his agent work together again.” “I hope he’s not going to be drunk as usual.” “You worked with him before so that I can’t promise you. If so, let me know about it so something will be done to get someone else. The General has given him all the info he needs to know to aid you in this matter.” “I don’t know if I can swallow all of this information in a short time.” John said,

still looking on Cortell’s background information. “This man has done this type of work for years it would take me some time to fully familiarize myself with it.” “You want to be in the field, don’t you?” “Yes, sir. I would like nothing more.” “Then I would advise you to start reading that and continue until you are familiar with it. This maybe the only opportunity for you to redeem yourself in the eyes of this department and those of the committee .” “Yes, sir. I will do my best.” “You will do more than there.” Otterman wheels about facing his bad boy agent. “You will go beyond as well as overlook your usual flamboyant behavior along with your womanizing to get this assignment done.” John’s head bows slightly. “I hope I am making myself clear, Agent Barn.” “Quite clear, sir. Another question what are we labeling this mission?” Otterman handed John a folder with the names of the woman crew , then walks behind his desk before glancing up again. “OPERATION ZODIAC.” “It seems appropriate, sir.” “I thought it would be. I must mention this not only is the fate of this jet involved so are the lives of its twelve crew . You have two objectives I hope you can handle them. Keep tabs on this jet the other is to kept tabs on the female . Think you can do that?” “One of them I think I can handle without a problem.” John’s sly smile is noticed clearly by his department Chief there were no doubts in Otterman’s mind, Fernardez was referring to the women involved. “The one thing that is most important in this assignment that is keeping that jet from falling into the wrong hands… is that clear?” “Yes, sir. It would seem to me the crew would be just as important as well. If you forgive me saying so.”

“This maybe hard for a man like you to understand, Barn. The jet is the main thing in this matter I know you are sympathetic with the loss of its creator but I also know your attraction to beautiful women that is why I issued you a warning.” A sigh emerges from Franklin’s lips as he takes a moment to gather his thoughts on what to say next. “This is the scenario. The jet is priority and the women come second. Without the crew from what I was to understand the Zodiac can not be hijacked. It is my intentions if possible neither the women nor the jet is compromised. Can you will take this assignment with a serious attitude?” John slowly makes his way to the door satisfied he got what he wanted a way of not only leaving his desk and into the field although looking for Agent Arron Carver was not mentioned as a priority in his briefing the thought of Georgio Clardaire hadn’t left Fernardez’s mind. The professional hit man as well as informant to the CIA was not terminated as ordered Fernardez would deal with Carver before secretly looking for Clardaire. As days by John set thinking about whom he would be working with, Edward Ellis a British Secret Service agent whom he had worked for on several assignments. Ellis was known for his drinking but he got the job done, one way or the other. He was the typical hard notch adventurous Englishman, with a love of fast women and cars. Although, he never really knew it, Edward was indirectly part of both Brigadier General Cromwall and Frank Otterman’s special covert team, C.A.T.T. (Covert Agent Tactical Team). John didn’t mind Ellis’s life style so much. He to did his share of the same bad habits his British counterpart possessed. It was Edward’s private life he worried about with his wife and children no longer in his life Ellis seemingly lead a rebellious path in his wild and adventurous ways. Fernardez saw some similarities in his own life style, it seemed Edward and he would share the same fate in life. On one mission both men were too carefree in their actions, almost causing close calls and near death. Edward was a slender man with a full head of dark brown hair and thick brown mustache. He spoke with a clearly noticed English accent and fought like a Scotsman. When the odds seemed overwhelming, Edward fought just that much harder using whatever he could as a weapon to cut the odds. Ellis was cunning, resourceful and daring making him one person Fernardez didn’t mind working with… despite his heavy drinking.

The Zodiac was all ready in route to England with its crew member. The sleek jet radios the Aerotech Complex informing of their arrival. They are given a set time to set down by the company’s Air Traffic Controller. As a security precaution the crew is ordered to arrive during the late night hours, giving the company’s security team a chance to clear a way on one of Aerotech’s landing fields and prepare a hangar. The Zodiac would spend several hours in flight, before reaching England, then a few more before it finally touches down under the cover of darkness. The jet was not allowed to use any of its technology nor test any of its equipment on any of the countries who were funding the project, until the word of its full operation were granted. It was 1:47 a.m., in Europe when the Zodiac was heard making its approach over England’s air space. The jet was not seen by those on the ground, as it thunders overhead and flying without its landing lights only when the jet comes within range of the complex did the crew switch the air craft’s bluish light on that it was noticed. After taking most of the runway to stop, the Zodiac is quickly towed to an awaiting hangar and securely guarded.

CHAPTER THREE

AMONGST ANGELS

HEARTHROW AIRPORT, LONDON ENGLAND. It was 6:48 p.m., when Fernardez arrived in one of the company’s jets. It would be Agent Edward Ellis who would pick him up from the terminal. Fernardez’s wait was not long… something that surprised him. Edward was also known to take a drink or two before his rendezvous and John expected that. He stood amongst the other engers in the crowded terminal with his attaché case in hand along with when luggage he had when Ellis strolled up sober and dressed for business. “What do you know, James? Hey, it’s good to see you again mate.” Gently wrapping his arms around John, then moving back to glance on him. “What is it this time business or pleasure as far as you’re concern?” John. “You know when we come together, it’s mostly business and yet somehow, pleasure follows. I see you did some changes.” “Yeah ol’boy. This time it’s for the best.” Ellis frowned as he looks on his American friend. “So where is the rest of your gear… you know those things our people in the business hand out?” Fernardez turns to the loading dock. A small cart was coming in with his suitcases. As it finally stops, the men retrieve the large bags then head for the outside. John raised his hand to hail a cab. “There’s no need for that James, me boy. My car is parked just over there.” Lifting one of the bags then leading Fernardez to the small red station wagon. “I got a good deal on this baby. It’s not new, but it does the trick mate. Come on. We got some catching up to do.” Ellis placed the luggage in the back with John standing iring the vehicle. Later Edward glances over the roof. “What hotel are you staying?” “The Thistle Victoria. You know where that is? John opened the enger’s side

door. Ellis waves his hand in front of his face, as if he were hot. He knew where the hotel was and its reputation as well. It was a fairly expensive place with a scenic view of some of England’s finest areas. “Damn, Yank. Your agency sure caters to your needs. You have really done well for yourself, ol’boy. I wish I could say the same for myself.” “I had not choice in the matter someone else did. I have a feeling if it was not for this little matter we have to discuss, the agency would have me in some rundown motel.” “Well.” Ellis let out a heavy sigh, as he slid inside the car. John soon ed him. “If it should ever come down to that, let me know and you can share my flat. I have to warn you, it’s not that much better, but it’s home.” Ellis followed Kensington Rd around Hyde Park, until he could reach the nearest street leading to the hotel. Before long the two agents were pulling up in front of the stately looking structure. It was nothing like Edward’s flat a small but comfortable home with two stories, three bedrooms and settled in a small yet not quit quiet community.

He set waiting for John to unload his things then waited a few minutes more for the Valet to take the car to the parking near the side, of the hotel, before ing his friend. Both men settled themselves down before Ellis began his briefing. It was 9:40 p.m. John was still feeling the effects of his flight he ordered coffee from the hotel’s room service. Fernardez mind wondered back to the time he and Ellis met before his trip to Spain, ordering coffee for Edward in his drunken state. Ellis. “I heard you had some rough times, in your agency.” Walking to the window then peering out. “Care to tell an old friend about it?” “Yeah. I lost a fellow agent on one of my missions. It involved a CIA informant turned traitor, along with another member who I believed is involved in a murder.” John removed his shirt and tie and tossed them on the bed. “Of course they thought it was responsible for Agent Wesmore’s death. Now, they know part of the truth and that’s one of the reasons I am here.”

“What is the truth in this business? Ellis pulled the curtains back, to get a better look over the city then leaned against the window’s frame before turning back. “We’re the last to know the full truth about our assignments, Jimmy my boy. Yet we continue taking them. Pretty sorry, huh?” Fernardez begins unpacking his things and never glanced upward. “I guess you’re right. They do know that one of our people is behind Wesmore’s death and my agency thinks I’ve been setup. Either to have CIA’s moles continue doing underhanded deeds leading to other agendas, or sacrificing certain people who know about their plans. Professor Stella Orlandis could have been one of those people… I don’t know.” “That’s bloody awful. With the years you and I have worked together, what would make them believe you were responsible for a fellow member’s death? What is even worse is, why continue to have a mole, as we call the bloody blithers, continue doing their dirty work? This is hogwash?” John turns back with shirts in hand. “My past track record, so they said.” “Well, you and I have been a little on the adventurous side of this game, but still we did well.” Ellis slowly moved from the window toward the bed with Fernardez returning from one of the closets. He had a strange look on his face as if he had something on his mind, a look John picked right off the bat. “What are you here for exactly, ol’boy? Is it this the new poppy cock jet that arrived?” “You got it. Although, I need to know more about this group ABBM.” Ellis. “What do you mean you need to know more them?” “You know… what the hell does it stand for?” “Simple, James. Anti Big Brother Movement. I don’t know why the agency keeps saying ABBA. It’s not wonder why they can’t freak’in keep track of them. The group’s purpose is to stop countries from making what your Professor Orlandis created, a stealth jet that can spy on the common folk as well as their country. It’s bad enough we can’t keep bloody secrets the old fashion way, without having some high tech air craft snooping over us.” “It’s not about that.” John remarked, laying out two pairs of pants. “It’s about sharing information and showing that this jet was not made for spying on just

one nation alone. It was approved by twelve major countries, and funded by them as well.”

“Rubbish. Don’t be taken in by that nonsense. If that jet can do what this Professor what ever her name is… .” John turned back suddenly in anger. “Orlandis. Her name was Professor Stella Orlandis and she was a fine woman.” “Sorry, ol’boy. You must have had personal with her. I guest I spoke out of turn.” “Yes, I did before someone murdered her.” Fernardez folded the tros on a hanger, before softly speaking again. There was a tone of sadness emerging. “She spent a good bit of her life creating something she thought would bring peace in this fucking world I hope her creation can show promise of that.” Just then a knock on the door caused both agents to pause momentarily. John opens it slowly and noticed a young woman standing with a cart in front of her. On it were several silver containers of cream and blocks sugar accompanied by two cups and saucers made of fine China. The coffee pot was fairly large. Obviously the people in the hotel thought at that time of day John would need it. “If there is anything else you need Mr. Bond, let them know.” The young woman remarked as she slowly pushed the cart inside then turning to face the hotel’s newest guest, still dressed in his pants and open shirt. “No. I think this is just fine for now. Oh and by the way.” John smiled, holding in his dislike for being mistaken for someone else. “The name is Barn, not Bond. If I should need anything more, I will surely ask you, Miss…” “Gloria, sir.” The woman smiled then bowed slightly. Her English accent was heavy but pleasant to the ear. Ellis looked on as young girl walked off seemingly giving her body, an extra twist to her stride. Fernardez closed the door slowly behind her smiling, when Edward gave out with a remark. “I could use some service, but it willn’t be from the kitchen.” “You’re a dirty old man. You’re two years older than me and most likely fifteen

years older than she is.” Moving the cart close to the bed. “You’re too damn old and worn out to handle her, anyway.” “Hey, Yank. Speak for yourself I am not dead. My plumbing works fine for someone my age.” “One night with her and you will be close to it. I can almost promise that. Do me a favor and until this assignment is over then hook up with the girl, if you can.” John poured coffee in both cups then handed Ellis one. “Let’s get down to business, James before you up and hurt my feelings. The jet is here in England and some kind of demonstration is to be conducted in three weeks by its designer. Since that’s impossible now, an alternate is going to perform it.” “Who? As you just said Professor Orlandis is dead and as far as we know, there is no one else to take her place.” “This is the good part and something I think you’ll like.” Ellis leaned forward on the bed, with his cup firmly in hand. John waited patiently as Edward dragged it out as if he were about to spring some surprise. “Come, Edward. What is it?” “There is a bash scheduled for tomorrow night and all the socialites will be there, as well as the Brigadier General.”

John shrugged his shoulders “So?” “This is the part you’ll like. One woman crew member with been there as spokesman, but all the crew will attend.” “You’re joking.” “No. I not joking, James. The whole flight crew will be there.” John held his cup several inches from his lips. His gaze alerted Eillis, Fernardez could not believe what was said and it seemed like heaven on earth to rub

elbows with twelve women. “I was at the conference when Orlandis named them all.” John replied, sipping his coffee. “Now I get a chance to meet them. That’s something I can’t wait to do.” “Figured you’ll like that that bit of news. Just think James. You will have your pick of women all in one tidy little affair. It’s gonna be black tie so I hope you have something in your suit case for this.” John sipped the coffee again then smiled and lowered it to his lap. “I learned never leave home without being prepared. Like I had said before. When I meet with you on business, pleasure somehow becomes involved. Who’s the honored woman speaker?” “I don’t have a photograph of her, but her name is Paula Winslow. I don’t know just what she looks like, but the name sounds English.” John. “No. She’s the one from the West Indies, that much I got from the briefing at the UN. I also heard everyone of them is highly skilled in their profession.” Ellis waved his hand toward the coffee pot, indicating his wanted a refill then waits until Fernardez stood next to it before speaking again. “This jet is due to perform on a Friday at the Aerotech complex, just outside good old England. I have never seen it myself, but I have a way of doing that.” “That is?” John pouring himself more coffee, then added the sugar and glanced over at his friend. “I have here me boy, something I was told to give you. I am sure your agency has told you about receiving this fake ID.” Handing Fernardez a picture ID of Ricardo Cortrell, whose place he would be taking. Edward held another ID with the name Robert Peterson. “This is you and this is me, Robert Peterson. I have some extras here as well, something you dislike depending on.” Edward removed several items from the small case at the foot of the bed. One was a set of car keys with a remote attached. “I know you think of this as some James Bondish bullshit, if you pardon my English language. This looks like any other set of car keys, but in fact it’s not.”

John glanced on the key then raised an eyebrow. “Looks like just keys to some BMW to me, with a remote door lock.” “No. The remote is a homing device. A little deception I am sure will fool those with inquiring minds it’s simple and rather neat, if I say so myself.” Edward pointed to each of the three buttons, two small ones and one larger. “This small button here sends out Morse code and the one on the right side is the homing device with a range of ten miles.” “The large one?”

“That one is to lock and unlock the BMW, you’ll be using… curtiousey of her Majesty’s government. Damn I wish they thought about me like this. I’ll bring the car around before the affair, tomorrow night.” “Then we’re all set. I have one question. I know the background on Cortell, but how do you come in?” John finishes his coffee, as Ellis placed the keys in his pocket before finishing his coffee. The briefing, for what it was, lasted a few hours most of it was about old times. Pushing the hotel’s cart to the side, Edward made his way to the door turned back finally answering John’s question. “Peterson also has aerospace knowledge How much do you know about jets, James?” “I know some. I can fly one if I need to.” “No. I mean it. How much to do you about air planes, especially the high tech types.” “Never had to steal a jet to escape in any mission. So I guess you would say I know very little.” “Look James. If you go as this guy Cortrell, you’ll need to know some structural dynamic of aircraft. When you attend this affair those women will most likely drill you with questions, on your professional opinions.” “Like I said, I know some… other than that I know shit about jets.” “Well, familiarize yourself with that guy’s life and aerodynamic designs. It’s a

good thing I will be traveling with you. Just in case there is some hurlers you need me to help you overcome.” Edward said, patting John’s shoulder. “Don’t worry ol’boy this can be a piece of cake. If necessary do like everyone else, give your opinion about the jet, not on it until you see it for yourself.” John saw Ellis to the elevator then returned to his room. Slowly closing the door behind him, John thought to himself he had heard those same words a dozen times, from other agents just a piece of cake. The idea of twelve crew being at the affair, was something Fernardez was looking forward to.

A HOTEL SOMEWHERE IN THE CENTER OF THE CITY OF LONDON. Socialites and Military personnel along with a host of British Secret Service Agents, gather in the large ballroom with bright red carpeting. Sparkling crystal chandlers gave the room an air of star studded importance adding to the VIPs who were gathered there. Both Fernardez and Ellis arrive in a metallic blue BMW sports car with the street lights setting off the car’s chrome rims and blue white headlights. The agents dressed to impress, Edward with traditional black tuxedo and John more fashionable flare. He sported a white tux, black pants and light blue shirt with black tie. Later inside, Ellis and John strolled amongst the guests until they noticed, Brigadier General Cromwall who stood in uniform with his wife at his side at one of the tables filled with small servings of food and drinks. Cromwall. “Excuse me dear.” Looking in the direction of the two agents. “There are some people I wish to greet.”

It was hard to tell who was who amongst those in the gathering. There were of the twelve countries who provided funding for Orlandis’s super jet, as well as the twelve crew of the jet itself spread throughout the room. Cromwall approached both John and Ellis with his hand extended outward. “Glad you two could make this affair. As you know this is going to be some party. It’s unfortunate about Professor Orlandis.” John. “Yes, it is sir. I Wouldn’t miss it for the world. I see there are several of the UN Council here some I have never seen before.”

“You’re quite right, Mr. Barn.” Turning back on the crowded room. “Then there are some who should be here to see where their money is going.” “You mean Soviets, sir?” Ellis added. He couldn’t help noticing the absence of high ranking Russian Diplomats and those who were there, were less important as he and John were. Cromwall. “Yes, you’re right. It would seem they should be the very ones who would be interested. Than again. Who am I to question them, drinks gentlemen?” Raising his glass slightly. After introducing Fernardez to his wife again excusing himself from her presents, Cromwall moved amongst the others while he and the two agents talk about the first Zodiac demonstration. “Barn, I haven’t seen this jet. From what General Blackman and iral Cross told me, it’s a dozy.” “That makes the two of us, sir. Ellis gave me some insight on it, not enough to satisfy my curiosity. My Chief told me to stay out of trouble and I guess Edward is to see to that.” “You and he have a similar status on trouble.” Cromwall glanced on Edward before handing the agents their drinks. “I know what you’re thinking Edward, but I think one or two drinks will not hurt you. This is probably the only time I will allow this. Besides, this is a party and not some damned undercover situation. Drink up, old man.” Ellis, to the surprise of both Fernardez and his superior turned down the General’s seemingly kind offer then turned to the room filled with guests. John felt guilty but accepted his drink then turns gazing on two approaching women and nudges his old friend’s arm. “This is where the funny comes in. Where are the women?” The women slowly made their way to the center of the room, greeting guests and smiling. They were both pilots of the super jet, Jean Roberts and other Paula Winslow. John was taken by their fashionable attire. Both were dressed in tasteful low cut light blue evening gowns with splits down the sides and the backs out. John stared for a moment then sips his drink and held it to his lips. The room came to a dead silence when the women stood side by side in the

center of the room, it was Roberts who first spoke. “Ladies and Gentlemen. I speak for the crew and myself in saying we are deeply honored for this gracious reception. As you know. The Zodiac is here in your beautiful country, at one of our complexes. It is with deep regret that it’s creator, Professor Stella Orlandis is not here to see her dream being demonstrated.” Both women briefly turn to each other before Roberts introduced Paula Winslow.

“I will make this brief and to the point. This is the lead pilot, Paula Winslow. She will take charge of Professor Orlandis’s dream, with our help. So without further a due, Pilot Paula Winslow.” The guests applaud as Winslow moved forward. She appeared stunning in her blue grown, a small flower graced the side of her long fine flowing hair. John seemed taken in by her beauty and shapely form. He held his drink close to his waist with one hand in his pocket his waving hair brushed back and mustached neatly trimmed, as if drawn on. Winslow. “I will not repeat what has just been said. It is obvious how grateful we are to be here. I would like to say of cause, we hope this dream fairs well with the people responsible for its creation and hope it is successful. And, now. I would like to introduce to those who have not yet met my flight , the crew whom I come to love and respect.” Paula Winslow’s accent was undeniably West Indian. She introduced the other flight crew one by one as they moved forward. All of the women were just as stunning as Paul even the shortest of the group Chin Wang, dressed in a stunning Oriental grown with embroidered dragons running from the top to the slits on the side. She set if off with two prone hair pieces fixed in the back of her hair. After the introductions were over, the women again go about the business of mingling with the guests. It was John’s intentions to make his way toward Winslow, who was surrounded by a host of financially sound guests. “I see where this is going James and it looks as if you’re gonna have to wait in line.” Ellis laughs. “General Cromwall.” A female voice called out. Hands gently take the General’s arm and he turned with both Ellis and Fernardez looking on. It was Jean Roberts, holding a drink in her hand her eyes darting from him to the two agents standing

next to him. “I don’t want to seem pushy, but you haven’t introduced the two men with you.” “Of course my dear. Please forgive this old man.” Cromwall gently taped John’s back, causing him to turn about. “M’s Roberts this is… .” “Cortrell, Ricardo Cortrell.” Fernardez said smiling before removing his hand from his pant pocket. “This is my colleague, Robert Peterson. You speak very eloquently.” “Well, thank you, Mr. Cortrell. If I may ask, what is your line of work?” “Aerodynamic. That is one of the reasons for me being here.” “Really. Then we have something in common.” She had almost forgotten Ellis was standing there with him, it was either intentional or a slip on her behalf not that it bothered him. His attention was still on the tall blonde Swedish woman navigator, Mattie Swazit. Roberts excused John and herself then led him off to the corner of the room and stood with her drink in hand next to one of the four statues gracing the ballroom corners. “I noticed how you were staring at Paula. You’re not English are you?” Raising the glass half way to her lips. “Why, does it show?” “In a way, yes. You seem to stand out more, or was that your intentions?” “If the name doesn’t tell you something, surely my appearance would. There are not many tan folks here, is there?” He remarks. Jean chuckles then cut her eyes on her crew from Spain, the West Indies and other neighboring countries.

She could see Fernardez was right. Looking on his glass, which was half empty, John jetted his glass and a single finger toward the bar. “Do you want a refill. It seems I could use one.” “That would just right about now, Mr. Cortrell. While we’re at it… I can

introduce you to Paula. She’s standing alone now.” “Looks like agent Barn is getting a lot of attention, Edward.” Cromwall remarked to Ellis. They both turn in the direction of John and Jean, as they made their way through the crowd. “I had best turn to my wife, before she thinks I am out flirting as well.” Ellis shook his head smiling then followed the General with his hands posed behind his back. He would act the perfect gentleman and remain a sociable drinker, if he in fact took a drink. Edward’s eyes glanced in the direction of Mattie Swazit and continued for a few minutes. He was determent Fernardez was not going to be the only one with someone hanging on his arm, before the night was over. Standing with sipping on what looked to be no more than a coke soda, Paula Winslow scans the ballroom. It was not long before two young men approached then stand along side of her. She seemed bored with their conversion but listens to them speak of their great achievements. John could tell from the look on her face the subject was not to her liking or taste. Slowly Roberts and he approach excusing themselves as Jean stepped between the two men. “Paula. I would like you to meet, Mr. Cortrell.” John held back his outward charm and uses a more professional approach. “He and I briefly spoke. I think you’ll find his career quite interesting.” Jean but her eyes on the two men still standing beside her then smiled. “You men don’t mind if my friend speaks with Mr. Cortrell for a moment, do you?” Roberts cleverly led the two men off. Winslow and Fernardez watched the three headed for one of the food filled tables. “She is so perceptive.” Paula remarked smiling. “I would say that to. We could see whatever was being said was not something you practically cared for.” “What is it you have to say that is any different?” Sipping the soda then holding the glass with both hands near her breast. John conceals his gaze on her chest and looks her toward the other guests. “Well, that depends on what those young men said.”

“Please forgive me. This is not exactly the kind of setting that I am use to.” “That’s funny. I would have thought with all the promoting of the Zodiac you would be use to speaking to a large audience. You give me the impression you’re comfortable in this type of setting.” “Hardly. I am sorry.” Winslow’s hand jets outward. “Paula Winslow, Mr. Cortrell.” “Ricardo, you can just call me Ricardo. So what type of setting are you comfortable in? Surely, this is a night you want to with all of these social animals, dressed in all their fine splendor.” “That is not me, that I can assure you.” Shifting her weight to the other leg then tilting her head his way. “What is this career Jean was talking about that would interest me?” “She may have built it up somewhat. I’m an Aerospace Engineer, that’s all.”

“Really? That’s not something you just shrug your shoulder at. You can go a long way with skills like that.” John. “Really, my friend over there.” Pointing to Edward, still standing with the General. “He and I came here to this function to hear more about the Zodiac. We would like to get a look at it before leave.” “That can only be done by special permission of the Director of the Aerotech Complex and I would doubt very much that will happen, before the test demonstration. What do you expect to learn? I know why the Military and Secret Service are here.” “From what I see it’s going to be something to see an all female crew fly it.” John set his glass on the pedestal by two statues. “Usually, men tend to do something like this.” “Times have changed Mr. Cortrell and women have entered the work force. This is the type of thing Professor Orlandis was fighting for, to show there are women out there who can do the same thing, if not better as men.”

“I don’t mean to sound swell-headed, Miss Winslow. It is Miss isn’t it?” John’s remark emerged as if it were a personal inquiry. She smiled then rolled her eyes upward and a soft laugh is heard. “That sounds like more like trying to get personal information and to answer your question. Yes, it is Miss or Doctor Winslow, which ever you prefer. The next thing is, since you asked. I take it you are single?” John. “For the time being, yes. I guess we have something in common on those grounds. Would you like a refill on that drink?” “No, thanks. It has been a pleasure talking to you, Mr. Cortrell. I have to the others now.” Paula shows an intriguing smile. “Enjoy the affair.” Fernardez watched as she moved toward three others in her group, Chin Wang, Claudia De’Minosa and Liz Corgio, who seemed to have been staring at Winslow and him. It was 12:32 a.m. When the gathering ended. Edward acted as if he was in a rush to get the car and drive it in front of the hotel. With John in tow, Ellis moved to the driver’s door then told him to get in. “Hurry, ol’boy. Put some miles on those feet of yours.” His spoke in a whisper and his actions were that of a child eager to impress someone. “What the heck is your hurry Edward? It’s just a car for Christ sakes. You act as if you have somewhere to go, besides home.” “Look, Yank. This is my finest hour, so to speak.” Ellis looking toward the hotel entrance as the crowd exits to the parking lot. “Just do me this one big favor, get in and let me drive off.” With one eyebrow raised, Fernardez seated himself in the enger’s seat then glanced on the hotel. It was no wonder Ellis was acting the way he was, several of the women were leaving the hotel. One of the women was Mattie Swazit escorted by, Wang, Roberts and Joannatte O’Brian. He waited until the General and his wife drive off before riving the engine of the shinny metallic blue BMW, just as the women by. Mattie and Chin turned his way and Ellis blown the horn as he slowly drifts forward in their path. “See you later lov.” Holding a small piece of paper in hand, then giving is a kiss.

“Edward. You know something. You’re a big kid at heart.” John remarked. Mattie was giggling with the other women with her. Fernardez knew right then and there Ellis had targeted her as his future date.

“I know I’m acting a little boyish, James my boy. I did get a bloom’in telephone number this way. I can’t pretend to be swab and diviner as you.” He waved for the last time at Swedish woman, before speeding off. “This is all about competition, isn’t it. I just mentioned the girl in the hotel not being your age and now you’re going to show me up.” “No, Jimmy. Besides, you were right about her. I might have been a little too old for her.” John sucked his teeth. His hand waved in Ellis’s direction. “Oh, come on. Give a man credit mate. At least Mattie is my age and I think it’s you, who can’t accept good competition.” “Edward.” Fernardez slightly faced Ellis. “Just take me to my hotel and when you get there, you can hand me the keys.” With less than a few days before the demonstration, Feranardez and Ellis find themselves driving in the direction of the Aerotech base, just north of Cambridge. The British agent managed, somehow to receive an invitation to the base before their time. Whether it was something he and Swazit arranged or Brigadier General Cromwall, Edward was tightlipped about it. Ellis drove as if he knew where he was going. At first that was not the case after making several stops at local gas stations for directions. Once they arrive John was amazed at what he saw, a structure with three levels and mostly built with reflective glass windows at the entrances. Dome like structures were around it… no doubt air plane hangars. It was a thing of the future a space station like something he had never seen before. Along the grounds were wire fences there more than likely in John’s opinion, that they were electrified. Since that there was no barbed wiring at the top of the fences, it would stand to reason it was electrified. They pull up to the main gate. Ellis looks in the console and removes the things he needed, just as the guard slowly approached. “Good morning, Gents. May I have some sort of identification then know the purpose of your visit.” Edward handed the guard both his and John’s identification badges. “We’re here

by special invitation my man. To speak with a Mr. Wilkinson and he will confirm it.” It took a few minutes for the guard to glance on the badges, then the papers Edward had handed him. “Okay Mr. Peterson and Mr. Cortrell. Mr. Wilkinson has been expecting you. Drive straight to the main entrance. After you park head through the four large glass doors. Someone will direct you from there.” The guard then waved his hand in the direction of a camera, mounted on the inner portion of the gate. John watched the gate moved slowly aside that is when Ellis turned facing John and whispers. “It’s nice to know people in high places, or those who like to get high.” Referring to his unknown who evidently liked drinking and was able to get him the invitation. The BMW approached the main entrance then stopped with both agents climbing out gazing on the building. It wasn’t long before another guard made his way in their direction. He asked Ellis for the keys after giving the directions he needed, then climbs in and drives off. “I hope that bloke does not fool with any of those buttons.” Ellis remarked, turning around to notice the car slowly moving into the complex’s parking lot. John. “If he does, we’ll know just where to find it.”

It was Edward who had the honor of pressing the button next to the smallest glass doors. A female’s voice is heard asking their names. “Peterson, Robert Peterson. The gent with me is, Mr. Cortrell. We came to speak with Mr. Walkinson.” “You mean Doctor Wilkinson.” The woman corrected. “Yes, that’s it.” Ellis faced Fernardez with a frown then whispered. “Like I say, whatever the bloke’s name is.” The sound of a buzzer caught John’s ears and he reached for the door’s bar. “After you, dear boy.” Stretching his hand outward and bowing. They are led through winding corridors in the building by woman who stopped suddenly when, Sterling Wilkinson emerged from two metal doors leading into

one of the hangars. “Gentlemen. So glad you could make it. I was told to expect you but I have no idea who invited you.” He extends his hand reluctantly. “Doctor Sterling Wilkinson, at your service.” John continued following his British friend but his eyes were fixed on several pictures hanging in the hallway, pictures of some of the aircraft the complex designed. Ellis. “Dr. Wilkinson. I am Peterson and this gentleman with me is, Mr. Cortrell.” “Ah, yes. Mr. Cortrell. I see you are interested in some of the work we have done.” John never turned, until his name was mentioned. “I’m sorry. I guest I was sort of looking at some of the things you guys did.” Turning again briefly to the wall. “You seemed rather busy with all this government stuff. When do you guys get a chance to relax?” “We do, Mr. Cortrell, we do. Come, I want to show you more of the complex. Each floor has something of interest.” John. “I have one question to ask. I hope I’m intruding on anything secret. Where is this jet of yours?” “That is to be a secret for security reasons of course. I will say this much. Normally it is docked in one of the hangars under close watch. You both came in time to see it for yourselves it is being worked on as we speak.” Wilkinson place his hands in his lab coat pocket then turned in the direction of an elevator. It wasn’t long before the three men were standing on a balcony looking down on inside the hangar connected to the main building. “I must also mention there is to be no picture taking while you are here. Oh, yes. You are not to mention anything you have seen or heard here today. Your visit is a courtesy.” Both agents gaze on the stream line jet. Its wings were spread like some dragonfly with workmen moving about doing what maintenance had to be done. John had done is homework on several types of air craft, both military stealth fighters and commercial planes but none compared to appearances of the Zodiac. “Gentlemen. I give you the Zodiac in all its glory.” Wilkinson boasted. “She is going under minor maintenance and a checkup you might say.”

Ellis. “Bly me. That’s a bute if I ever saw one. How many would you say that cost Doctor?” “Oh, roughly over 46 million dollars, give or take a few. That is not much when you have the financial of twelve powerful Nations putting into the pot. If it is approved and gives a good showing, there maybe more modifications.”

John moves closer to the glass enclosure, placing his hands in his pockets. “I see you have extra guards, that’s good. With it out in the open like this, anyone could attempt to recover it for themselves.” “Trust me Mr. Cortrell. Steps have been made to prevent such attempts. The British Air Force has been kind enough to work with us in preventing that. With their men patrolling the air field around the clock, not to mention the money we have to pay out, this baby is snug as a bug in a rug.” Ellis. “How fast is she?” “That will all come in due time gentlemen.” Williamson turned from the glass enclosure. “You will have to wait your turn. Friday is the big day and all your questions will be answered then.” As Wilkinson and the two agents stood looking on the aircraft, neither one of the men noticed the woman who had escorted John and Ellis, peering through the small window of the metal doors. She had been watching them for almost twenty minutes, before turning and working her way to an empty office. Picking up a phone the woman makes a call. “This is Cecilia, Anita.” She said cuffing the phone to her ear. There was a brief silence and she cut her eyes toward the door, making sure no one was within earshot. “Anita. Let the Madame know the plane is here and will be tested on Friday, sometime in the afternoon.” She stood listening to the woman on the other end knew as Anita then turns briefly again to the door. “I don’t know where they will take it. Professor Wilkinson didn’t. Yes… I will. I am to send all information of its whereabouts to the to the next Aerotech Base, when I hear more.” Anita stood listening to the woman on the other end. Some moments later, footsteps are heard approaching

in the direction of the office and the woman stops still cuffing the phone. The person’s hard heeled shoes drew closer, then stops momentarily in the corridor. Anita waited to see if anyone would enter before continuing on with her conversion. “Look. I have to go. I will keep in touch with you when I can meanwhile, just give the Madame what I have.” She slowly placed the phone on its receiver then made her way outside the room. Cecilia was half way through the hallway when Sterling and his guests strolled her way. She seemed nervous in her actions, but soon regains her composure. Wilkinson. “Cecilia. I want you to make us some fresh tea or coffee. Mr. Cortrell and Mr. Peterson will be spending some time with me in the office.” “Yes sir.” Turning her attention on both agents. “And what would you two like… tea or coffee gentlemen?” John. “Coffee for me thank you.” Ellis smiled, looking on the woman standing in front of him “Tea for me, lov. Some good old fashion English tea.” Cecilia then walked off. Elllis turned briefly on the complex before casually glancing on the woman’s rear end, watching every move she makes with seemingly lusty images racing through his mind. Wilkinson. “Gentlemen. If you would follow me we can talk about Friday’s testing, as well as some of your background experiences.”

“There is not really much to talk about, Dr. Wilkinson.” John remarks. “We are here as Advisors or at least observers, unless you’re offering us a job.” “Nonsense. Your skills and expenience mean a lot to our project. As far as a job is concern, there are channels that we must go through. We value any questions you may have. This whole thing revolves around good ideas and skilled personnel. You just might be an asset in one way or another.” Hours later. The three men set talking about other projects Wilkinson and his

staff have been involved in. John’s quick study of Cortrell’s live was not only impressive with Ellis, but Sterling Wilkinson as well. Edward glanced on his watch as he finished his second cup of tea. Wilkinson. “I take it you gents haven’t eaten yet.” “No, in fact we haven’t.” Ellis slowly looking up. “It’s been a loving few hours but now I guest we should be going, Mr. Wilkinson.” “You will be here for the testing?” “Oh, by all means. Mr. Roberts and I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I do have one last question.” “By all means, Mr. Cortrell. What is it?” “Actually, two questions. I see the jet is here but where are the crew?” “They are still unavailable at the moment. They will be here for the testing… that I can assure you. What is the second question you have?” “I noticed the other side of the hangar and it looks as if there could be something else being worked on. What is in there?” Sterling rose slowly to his feet smiling, with his head tilted downward. For a moment it looked as if he didn’t want to speak of it, seconds later his head lifted again. “That gentlemen, is something I can not reveal at this present time. I will say this much. It is something that I am personally working on, a prototype you can say.” “Then we will see you both Friday. Is sometime in the afternoon all right?” Fernardez asked. “That you will gentlemen, that you will. I would advise you, timing is important. This will be the only demonstration made here. Coming early would be your best bet. Now, if you would excuse me. There are a few matters that need my attention. This project isn’t the only thing that needs work.” Wilkinson walked his two guests to the main entrance then shook their hands before seeing them off. Both John and Ellis watch as the Englishman walked inside then waited for one of the guards to bring the car around.

“Why did you ask about the other hangar area, James?” “Well, it was heavily guarded. I figured that is something inside he was working on and I just wanted to see if he would say what it was.” “You see how far that got you, don’t you?” Ellis looked on the parking lot as the BMW made its way around the corner and draws closer. “I know what you’re thinking ol’boy. You want to see the Winslow woman. Perhaps, you thought she was working insider the other bloom’in hangar.” “Hey, no more than you wanting to see that Swedish chick… what’s her name?”

“Mattie, Mattie Swazit. Lovely thing she is. She’s the one who got us the invitations to this place.” The sports car comes to a stop in front of both agents it was then the guard slowly climbs from the car handing John Fernardez the keys. Moments later with Fernardez seated in the driver’s seat he and Edward leave the complex but John’s eyes shift briefly back on the space age structure as if he suspected something. He could not forget what he had seen inside. The Zodiac to him was a thing of the future with the designs of aircraft to come. Edward was right, however. John did have hopes of seeing Paula Winslow again and speak with her more about her training as well as gain more information on the stealth jet in his conversion. Turning to his hotel took forty-five minutes, by way of England’s scenic countryside and John enjoyed every moment of it. FRIDAY AFTERNOON, AEROTECH BASE AIR FIELD. Ellis and John stood gazing on the grounds of the complex amongst Generals as well as English Representatives of the Untied Nations Council. They watched the twelve female crew make their way to the well-guarded Zodiac, posed on the runway. Along with the other Generals was Brigadier General Cromwall. As before, the jet warms up before becoming airborne then hovers with its thrusters causing a hurricane wind effect. iring the sleekness of the craft as well as its seemingly futuristic speed and abilities, John glanced on the gathering of guest. Winslow did the same actions Professor Stella Orlandis in the demonstration and when it was over the crew were escorted to an awaiting car, then removed from the air field.

“What do you think about that Barn?” Cromwall asked. “I am impressed. Of course I was impressed when I first saw it in the hangar. How long will it be here, in England?” “According to the crew, Barn.” The old Englishman whispered, hoping not to reveal John’s really name. “It will remain here for about a month then and the crew will head for the next point in, .” “Why that long?” “According to Professor Wilkinson. There are other tests that need to be finalized.” That was all both John and Ellis needed to know. This was just the opportunity John needed to examine the jet and see Winslow without Sterling Wilkinson’s interference. “I take it you and Edward have noticed quite a bit of the complex and its works.” “Yes, sir.” John replied, watching as the soldiers removed the jet for the runway by way of the small come-along truck. “I do have a favor to ask you.” “That is?” “If you can find a way for my Chief to allow me to travel to . So I can keep an eye on the jet.” “You mean to keep watching the women.” Ellis laughed. “Let me see what I can do for you, Barn. Meanwhile, you and Edward continue looking for any signs of trouble here. The United Nations has a lot riding on this and we don’t need to screw things up. I would also advise you to keep this matter professional, if you know what I mean.”

Two days later on the grounds of the Aerotech Base Ellis and Fernardez arrive again to the complex. The Brigadier General’s word was as good as gold he managed somehow to find some way of having the agents return to meet with

Sterling Wilkinson. Once, again. Edward and Fernardez had to show their IDs before the guards allowed them on the grounds then inside the complex. Wilkinson stood with his hands in his lab coat when his unexpected guests arrived. His outward demeanor was seen as authoritative. “Good morning, Mr. Peterson and Mr. Cortrell.” Swaying on the heels of his shoes. “I trust you both are alert and well rested. I didn’t expect you back this soon. In fact, I didn’t expect you both at all.” Fernardez. “To be honest, sir. We hadn’t expected to return at all. We are still impressed by the Zodiac’s performance and are hoping to render a few suggests, if you don’t mind.” “Good. I am always willing to hear suggestions… shall we go. From the way things appear, both England and the US have a great deal of confidence in sending you and Mr. Patterson back here to check on their investment. John continued standing with one hand placed firmly in his pants’ pocket. “We try our best to ensure that confidence. We’re honored to have them think of us as their representatives.” “It’s rather her Majesty puts faith in outsiders, Mr. Cortrell. No offence intended to you.” “None taken, Doctor Wilkinson.” Fernardez answered. A soft but audible chuckle emerging from his lips. “In this case I believe they have a common interest in your project.” After walking through the maze of corridors, as they did before, the men came to the hangar entrance where the Zodiac is housed. Mattie Swazit, who was just inside the door way, turned smiling as Wilkinson and his guests walked in. “Now gentlemen as you can see. The women are working on the jet checking for any last minute repairs that might be needed. They to have a great deal at stake in this project’s success.” “You mean they work on it as well?” Edward replied, surprisingly. “Certainly, Mr. Peterson. It’s important they know all about the craft and it’s working parts, in case it there are any problems during their flight. Let’s face it. There are no maintenance personnel hovering about to help.”

“They sound like my type of women.” John glanced on the jet and the twelve women working on it. “For my colleague Mr. Cortrell, any beautiful woman is his type.” Ellis laughed. “Professionalism is high priority here, gentlemen. I hope you know what I mean. Such flirtatious activities are frowned upon.” Sterling’s brief but noticeable gaze alerted both John and Eillis he would watch them like a hawk, after Edward’s remark. Sterling was the perfect white collar Englishman never giving into light humor nor gawking that would lead to romantic notions. Elllis thought more about any more of his so-called humorous ways before speaking again.

The three men stroll toward the work area. Their eyes continued scanning the structure of the super jet with the women around it, looking on. There were smiles and soft giggling coming from four crew . Roberts, Jonnetta, Chin and Pat were all gathered around the tail section dressed in greasing overalls, trying to contain their outward emotions. Mattie worked her way toward the men with one hand extended outward and a smile on her face. It wasn’t so much the fact she was being hospitable, it was the secret both she and Ellis had between them… their nightly rendezvous. “Good morning, Doctor Wilkinson. Who are these gentlemen with you?” Her eyes cut on Edward with more desire then interest then John. Sterling introduces both agents then stands between them and the tall woman. “Gentlemen. This is, Ms. Mattie Swazit one of the Navigators. She holds two degrees in physics and one in engineering. She is a brilliant woman.” Mattie smiles humbly. “I will introduce you to the other two Navigators later.” John shook her hand. “Please to meet you. Ricardo Cortrell and this gentleman with me is Mr. Robert Peterson.” “These gents are here to speak with you and the others about the structural design of the Zodiac, as well as looking for any structural fault it may have.” “Well, you are certainly welcome to check for yourselves. I think we have done most of your work for you.” Turning in the direction of the Zodiac. “If you follow me the others will fill you in on what they found.”

She walked over to one of the work tables and retrieved a clipboard, before continuing to the plane. The other women continued watching and giggling to one another as the agents approached. “Girls. These two men are here to look at the Zodiac’s structure and maybe give some improving ideas. This is Mr. Peterson and his friend Mr. Ricardo Cortrell.” The women appear as greasing workers, not as they were at the affair, all dolled up and smelling like they had just stepped out of a nice hot tub. The sound of the jet’s wings moving up and down, caused John and Ellis to turn to the rear section. Winslow, who was seated in the cockpit, overheard the reason for both agent’s presents and slowly emerged from the jet to work her way down to where they stood. She leaped from the wing section of the jet gracefully and begins wiping the grease from her hands. “I heard you’re a hot shot designer Mr. Cortrell. Of course you mentioned that at the gathering. As you can see the Zodiac is under control, as far as maintenance is concern. We have everything, as I just mentioned, under control.” “I hate to disagree.” Fernardez stared briefly in the woman’s eyes. He could see the thought of his presents or the idea of him doubting the crew’s abilities, placed a hurdle in his mission. He was not about to let that be. Turning on the sleek plane, giving it the once over, John soon turned his attention on the lovely woman. “Sometimes, things seem to be faultless and should be checked with the eyes of others who maybe helpful.” “Only if they know what they are looking for.” “I agree. You wouldn’t be saying I know anything about jets, are you?” Wilkinson stood listening to the conversion between Winslow and John in silence. “Being fair about the subject. Nothing made by man or women, is perfect wouldn’t you agree?

Winslow. “I guess.” “Certainly. I respect your knowledge of aerodynamics Doctor Winslow. You are a Doctor are you not?” “Yes, I told you at the affair and if you did your homework, you would find that

I also worked with the late Doctor Orlandis in its programing.” “Yes, I have. Now I intend to do my job.” Fernardez gave a half smile, noticed by all the female in the hangar, before turning to the very expensive air craft. They also noticed he had hit a nerve Paula’s professional manner. He worked his way to the rear section of the jet then strolling toward it with, Wilkinson and Ellis looking on. Moments later Ellis s his American counterpart, who was running his hand along the structure the jet’s structure as if they actually knew what they were doing. “You’re playing this part all the way, aren’t you, Jimmy my boy.” Ellis slyly cut his eyes on Paula leaning closer to Sterling Wilkinson and voicing her disapproval. “They want my to do the best I can and so I am. Besides, there has to be some unseen maintenance problems somewhere on this thing.” “You’re going to find them, right?” “Right.” Fernardez continued running his hand along the exterior section of the jet. He was familiar with curtain areas that often held mechanical problems and it wasn’t long before spotted something. He stopped near the entrance of the cockpit door then paused. “What is it James?” Ellis whispers, turning back on the crew and Doctor Wilkinson still watching from a distance. “Let’s not make this a bad scene ol’boy. This could be the last time we are invited here.” “No. It’s not going to be bad, not from where I stand. See this seam in the door ?” Ellis drew closer moving his head where Fernardez’s finger was pointing. “This might seem petty, but there’s a slight crack in it. The door is not sealed tight and you and I both know what that can lead up to.” Ellis. “So?” “So? This jet is to be air tight and if not there will be some problems, like air pressure in the cockpit decreasing.” Turning his head slight toward his British friend. “A loss of pressure means a loss of consciousness. You follow?”

There were other flaws, not so much in the structure but in the positioning on the cameras and workings of the landing gears. John checked them off on the clipboard that was provided by Swazit then handed them to Wilkinson, who begins heading to his office. John stood watching Sterling for a few moments. Paula, with her hands behind her and walking slowly John’s way, stops in front of him with an angry stare. “I would say that would conclude my inspection.” John remarked, to Winslow with a casual look about him. She folded her arms then patted her right foot. She was now showing signs of her pride being hurt. “What was that all about, Mr. Cortrell? Is it your intentions to come in here and show us up with your display of professionalism?”

“It is not my intentions of show anyone up, but it is my intentions to improve what problems you might encounter while you’re in flight. We all make mistakes and we all are depending on this project’s success.” Fernardez laid the clipboard down on a nearby work desk, then walked away with Ellis trailing. The two men were not far from reaching the doors leading from the hangar, when Jean Roberts ed Paula then leaned to her ear, with her eyes focused on both agents. “I think Mr. Cortrell is not only cute, but smart. I think you own him some type of apology for your actions.” Winslow. “I think he is swell headed, arrogant and a show off.” Chin. “Girl. The only one who’s big headed right now seems to by you. If I were you, I would thank him for his information and try to working with him. He’s young, attractive, tan and Latin and half of the women here can deal with that.” “You both sound like love sick school girls.” Paula never unfolds her arms as she turned to face them and that’s when Liz Corgio, the Espanic Copilot, walked over. “Listen, Paula. He could be just the man you need in your life. Take it from me, those Latin types can treat you well and that’s not because I like him as well.

Besides. You and I have some of those same traits.” Winslow continued looking on John and Edward. They were almost at the doors when she turned to the groups shaking her head. Jean. “It looks like someone has more designs to talk about, then jets and planes.” British Copilot Pearl Steward slowly strolls next to the others, her eyes glancing on both Paula and John. “He’s a handsome chap, along with his friend. Give him a freak’in break, for Christ sake.” Jean Roberts placed her pen in her hair then tilted her head slightly in John’s direction, as he paused waiting for Ellis to catch up. “Yeah, he looks Spanish or close to it.” “I know this much.” Liz uttered rocking on her legs. “You better watch out. If he is, you could have mocho little ones with him.” Liz held up her fingers after making her remark, then walked away. Winslow. “Yes, he maybe all that but he’s not my type. Come to think about it.” Turning slowly around to the other women. “I have heard enough from all of you go back to work. There’s a lot that needs to be done.” As the group women return to their task, Paula stood watching John, who was now closing the hangar door behind him. She started in his direction, calling his names. “Mr. Cortrell… . Mr. Cortrell.” Fernardez turned back allowing Edward to continue on. Winslow. “I own you an apology and I am sorry for my air of rudeness.” Fernardez continued his blank and unconcerned stare. “Did you hear what I just said, Mr. Cortrell? I said I was sorry.” “That’s not good enough.”

Winslow was floored. She hadn’t expected her apology to be rejected some casually. Crossing her arms she returns the stare. “What would it take to say a simple I am sorry?”

“It would take an afternoon lunch.” John smiled before walking off to caught up with Ellis. Paula stood with her arms still folded. For a moment she retains her professional expression before shifting her weight on one leg with a smile slowly gracing her lips. The meeting between her and Fernardez was not unnoticed. Mattie and Jean, who were peering through the small windows of the hangar door, turn to each other giggling. Later that day, after dropping Ellis off at his home, Fernardez returned to the complex. This time he didn’t have to show his ID. The guards who normally worked the shift knew him well and allowed him access onto the grounds. As he walked into the hangar area, Fernardez noticed the women finishing up for the day and wiping their hands of grease along with removing their jumpsuits. Several women turn in his direction stares and giggles quietly emerge from their lips as Winslow meets him. “You have quite an audience.” Fernardez extended his arm with Paula wrapping her free arm around it. “Where are we going, Cortrell?” “Oh, it’s not far. Just a little place two miles from here. It’s quiet scenic and away from all of this city stuff.” Just then Wilkinson made his way from his office as the couple came walking down the hall. “Are you gone for the day, Miss Winslow?” “No, Dr. Wilkinson. Mr. Cortrell is taking me to lunch and we shouldn’t be long.” “When you and Mr. Cortrell come back there are a few things I need to go over with you.” “Certainly.” She answered. Sterling turned with his eyes coming almost to a complete close, to John. “You make sure Miss Winslow is back here on time, Cortrell. She has a very busy scheduler and we will not veer away from it.” The Fernardez stood in the parking lot for a brief moment. Winslow turned on the complex with a look on her face that gives away her inner thoughts. John could see his luncheon date had something on her mind that involved the project Paula’s actions seemed as if she would put it off until later. With Fernardez still

holding her arm, they make their way to Fernardez’s car. It was warm and the sun beamed down on the metallic BMW giving it the classy shine of a newly waxed vehicle, with the chrome wheels sparkling as they spun. The view of the countryside was a sight of pure beauty with houses dotting the green lust landscape, untainted by smog and crowded roadways. John drove along with and every once and a while his eyes glanced on Paula as she leans her head back against the headrest of her seat she had the sun in her face and her eyes closed. Enough with dress and tight fitting blouse, Winslow had a figure that any man would ire. She woke briefly to glance on the landscape, then turned that gaze on the mileage gage. “Where in the world are we going, Mr. Cortrell?” “I told you… not far.” Fernardez made several turns right, then cuts the engine. “In fact madam, we’re here.”

They park on a scenic hillside with a huge shaded tree overlooking a small valley. John climbed out and walked to the enger’s door to help the young pilot out. His eyes turn on Winslow’s thick but shapely thighs. “This is not where you said you were going.” She uttered. “That’s right. I didn’t say where exactly. The less your employer knows the better.” Fernardez continued moving about until he reached the rear of the sports car. Lifting the trunk and removing a basket of food and bottle of French wine, the agent returned to his date. “This is where we’re having lunch. It’s a good view of the countryside, no one to disturb us and a change to know one another better.” “So, what’s on the menu?” “Well, there’s Solomon cake sandwiches, still warm. French pastry with wine and various of dips and crackers. Just something lite for anyone who’s watching their weight. Although.” John paused and jokingly tilted his head downward focusing on Paula’s hips. “It’s not necessary for some people.” “You do have an amusing side, don’t you?”

“I try to.” Fernardez crouched down to spread the table cloth along the ground. “People in our position have to let up sometimes.” “You’re also a big spender.” John. “I never said we were going to eat in a restaurant. Besides, who wants to eat with people starring down your throat.” John completed laying down the cloth along with the wine and sandwiches. His hand then moves quickly to the bottle of vintage wine costing him over fifty dollars in American currency, than pops the cork. “I don’t think this would hurt you in your work, later. Saint Dumaire 1904, sounds’ vintage enough.” Extending the bottle in one hand and closing one eye as he scans the year of the wine. “This is such a nice idea you. The scenery is nice with an air of freedom and fresh air.” She looks on the hillside dotted with houses far from each other, every once and a while a ing car made its way along the narrow roadway. “I ed this way on many occasions. I thought the scenery would be nice from here.” John remarked, watching the breeze blew Paula’s dress gently around her creamy coffee colored legs and whipping through her fine grade of hair. Walking over to the large tree, she leaned her back against it, still looking outward with arms crossed. John. “When I ed this spot I thought of quiet moments and a few childhood days. I hope it’s good enough.” “It’s beautiful wide and city free. Almost like home.” John moved the cloth closer to her feet and flopped down leaning on one arm. Winslow looked down on him. “You said it’s just like home. I never asked you where home is. I know you’re from the Islands, but which one?” Winslow. “Martinique is where I am from.” Adjusting her dress then seating herself on the blanket to face him. “I haven’t been there for over three years now. I guess things are the same. What about you, Mr. Cortrell? Your name sounds very familiar like one of the crew .”

“Let’s start with the first names. If you don’t mind.” Tilting his head, Fernardez looked into Paula’s eyes. “My home is Baltimore the U.S.A and I am not related to any of the crew . At least not to my knowledge.” “Is that where you originated from.” She asked, looking on his features. “I like to guess where people come from, originally. It’s sort of a game I like to play to amuse myself.” “I guess you have me there.” John removed the wine and gave the top a twist, before pouring some in a glass. He handed her the glass and she sips it. “My family is from South American, Rio De Janeiro, to pin point it. I told Doctor Wilkinson I was Mexican.” “How is it there?” “As far as I know, it’s still there.” He laughed. “I haven’t been back in over 20 years. So I think I have you as far as the years go.” She sips the wine again. Paula could see in his face he wanted not to talk about his family any further and she would not push the issue, nor he about hers. She turned again on the countryside with the wine glass still held firmly in her hand. “I am glad you pick this spot. You know. When I worked with Stella…” He placed his finger over her lips. “Let’s not talk of work or business. This is our time to enjoy the peace of our surroundings. You will have plenty of time for business once you get back.” Paula gazed into the agent’s eyes. There was some hesitation in her movement as she leaned forward. John could see she was about to do something that was against her professional believes. Winslow’s eyes closed slowly and she continues leaning in Fernardez direction. It was not long before his hands reached upward touching both sides of her face and removes the fine strands of hair blowing against it. His lips press gently against hers, then back away. “I hope I wasn’t too bold in my actions.” He said, glancing into her dark brown eyes. “It’s just that I found you attractive ever since I first saw you.” “This is not professional, Mr. Cortrell and it could be dangerous.”

“Dangerous, for whom? There is something about you, something I can’t explain.” John released her and leaned back on one arm. His eyes focused on Paula’s full form. “You’re intelligence, beautiful and fully focused on what you want. I have never met a woman like you.” “You’re just saying that for the moment I am sure.” “No. I mean it. If you think what I did is inappropriate, just say so. I’ll understand.” Paula smiled, giving neither her disapproval nor approval. John turned to his basket only to find himself pulled back. Winslow gently reached for his face and pulled him forward and finished what they had started. The couple held each other firmly and kissed for what seemed to be several long and tender minutes. John could feel his blood rising and Paula’s grip growing firmer around his face. After a few minutes, she moved back with a shy smile. “I feel like a teenager and a little embarrassed.” “Yeah, me to.” Fernardez chuckled. “We better eat something. We don’t want out stomachs talking to us while we’re working.”

The couple spend over an hour eating and talking of worldly things each one tried to avoid personal trials in their life to enjoy the countryside and the sounds around them. Paula looked on her watch they were an hour and a half late in returning. Quickly Fernardez gathered up his blanket and what food was left, before walking Winslow to the car. “Is it a possibility I will see you again?” He asked, opening the enger door then placing the basket in the rear seat. “I don’t know but I would think so, since you’ll be working with us. I don’t make promises that I can not keep.” “I just said if it’s possibility. We know God can make promises.” Winslow slid inside, then looked up. John stood smiling like some school boy waiting for a chance to see his first love again. “Well, since you put it that way Mr. Cortrell. It maybe very possible and like I said. We will be working together, until the Zodiac leaves for .”

“Good. That makes my day even better. Let’s get you back before Wilkinson has a fit.” The drive back seemed shorter than before for the couple, specially when they were having fun. John’s driving added in shorting the drive in their return trip to the complex. When they arrive she was told Dr. Wilkinson was not in, after he was asked. She was about to climb from the car when John leaned over the enger’s seat and gently grabs her arm. She stopped then turned his way. He held a look that suggested he had forgotten something. “What is it Mr. Cortrell?” “I thought we would be on a first name base, Ms Winslow.” She shakes her head it was an error on her part nothing Fernardez could not get over. “I am sorry you’re right. We did agree on that didn’t we? What is it you forgot?” Fernardez scanned the grounds to make sure there was no one near. “I know this is another school boy moment, but I thought another kiss from one of Wilkinson’s angels, wouldn’t hurt.” He remarked. “I thought I would get at least one last unprofessional kiss.” Leaning half way inside the car, Paula climbs plants a kiss on Fernardez cheek. “That was a clever line. I haven’t heard that one before.” She reached the main entrance. John’s glance on her was brief he starts the car’s engine then noticed one of the roving guards working his way closer to him. The guard stops to look in Paula’s direction he was a new face on the complex grounds, younger and seemingly not as professor as the others the agent had seen. The young man’s uniform was slightly big for a man his size and weight and his shoes were unpolished more like casual slip on shoes. The young guard returned his attention to the agent only after Winslow is seen through the glass doors of the complex heading to the next set of doors leading to the elevator. Fernardez continued scanning the young man’s clothing as he spoke. “She’s a fine woman wouldn’t you say?” Fernardez remarked. “Yes, sir. She is a fine all right.” The guard turned to the gate allowing John to drive through. “Sir, you have a fine day of it.” “Thank, you. I will. Excuse me. Would you happen to have the time?” “Yes, sir.” The guard lifted his arm and looked on his watch, before turning back.

“It’s now 2:00 p.m.”

“Thank you, Officer…” “Dales. Security officer, Dales.” John backs the car out of the gate smiling while still looking on the man’s attire. “Thank you, Dales. See you next time.” Something wasn’t right John could just feel it. Looking in the rearview mirror he noticed the young man turning about looking on the building as if he had never seen it before, with his hands behind him and swaying back and forth. Not only did the man seem out of place his uniform was one size too large and his were unpolished shoe. The other guards took pride in having to look professional, but that was not the only thing that had bells ringing. His reply to the time was not military time but civilian in nature. Every soldier on the base had been or was still in military status, even if they were working for a semi private company. The young man was either a new recruit not yet given his full uniform or just was not suppose to be there. When John got to the hotel he made it his business to call the complex with hopes of catching, Professor Wilkinson. He dialed the office directly one of the numbers he was given on his first visit and another that led to the hangar. “Hello, is Doctor Wilkinson in?” A female’s voice answered. It was his receptionist, the woman name Cecila. “No, Professor Wilkinson is not in at this time. Is there something I can do for you perhaps leave a message?” “No, no. Thank you anyway. This is Mr. Cortrell. I just wanted to check something out with him but it can wait until tomorrow.” Slowly hanging the phone on its receiver. Fernardez could think of only one other way of checking out his suspicions call Agent Edward Ellis. His fear was that Ellis may have gone back on his word about drinking, John would hope that would not be the case. He allowed the phone ring three times usual Ellis would answer it on the twice ring. John was at his last straw and was about to hang up when Ellis answers, sober and alert. “What’s up mate?” He answered, as if he had raced to the phone.

“How did you know it was me?” “Just had that funny feel’in. So what’s on your mind?”

CHAPTER FOUR

SECRET AGENDA

John explained what he noticed and the gut feeling he had about the complex guards. Ellis later remarked he to noticed the guards and their appearance on his second arrival. “So, what is it you want me to do?” He asked. Fernardez. “I need you to meet me later tonight. That’s if you don’t have anything else planned. You don’t have anyone with you, do you?” Referring to Mattie Swazit and knowing of Edward’s secret meetings with her. “Oh, no Jimmy. The old ticker can only do so much… if you know what I mean. I am alone and miscible as all ways.” “Sorry to hear it. You need to rest those old bones of yours anyway. What time is best for you?” Ellis glanced at his watch, 4:14 p.m., plenty of time for him to get whatever he had to get done and meet with Fernardez. “Say around 8:00 p.m. I have some things that need fix’in and gather a few things to bring with me.” “Meet you outside of your place then and Edward. Thanks man for being there.”

Outside the Aerotech Complex, 8:23 p.m., then evening with the car parked several yards from the complex the agents dressed in dark clothing and carrying small bags lay on their bellies watching the buildings of the complex. John made it his business to bring his night camera and lenses for his surveillance missions. He scanned the dark areas of the complex that could possibly be his way onto the grounds. Agent Ellis peered though his field glasses then turned slightly John’s way.

“So what is it you suspect is so strange, beside the guards?” He whispers. John lowered his field glasses. “Number one, there’s no guard there at the gate now. That’s unusual for a place housing something so valuable and considered sensitive material.” “Maybe he just walked off to piss Jimmy. A little common sense could work in our favor here. As far as that guard you told me about. You said you noticed a few others like him.” John never removed the binoculars from his eyes, but continued scanning the grounds. Edward continued trying to make sense of it all and cutting down any of John’s suspicious notions. “Maybe the bloke loss weight. He could have been a bloody replacement for the day and I did say I noticed the other guards. Their dress, their mannerisms and all that stuff, but I didn’t say they looked suspicious. Come on, Barn. This type of investigation is not like you. There is a reason for most of this.” John lowers the glasses, then turned slowly to Ellis. “You’re right. There is a reason to all of this. The man may have walked off to take a leak. I still say with all the money this complex makes they can get their people decent uniform. The other noticeable thing was the other guards worn military boots this guy had casual slip-ons, that’s not professional at all.” “You might have a point there mate.” Ellis remarks shrugging his shoulders. “What now?”

“I bet you Edward we find a body somewhere on the grounds. Even the guards on duty are new.” Ellis. “Well, maybe you have a point but I doubt if you find any bloom’in body now. Those men most likely would have disposed of what poor blokes they killed by now. There’s one way of find’in out most about your suspicious notions. Hand me the car keys.” “What?” “Hand me the bloody car keys.” Ellis says with his hand jetting outward. John hands the keys to the sports car to Edward who then darts through the woods

later turning to motion Fernardez to follow, before continuing toward the main gate. With no guards seen near the main gate the two men peer out from the bushes then approach the fence. John was about to touch the shinning silver fencing that was heavily constructed, when Ellis stopped him. “You don’t want to do that mate. Since there’s no barbed wire, this fence has to be electrified.” “How, will we tell if it’s working.” Ellis raises his hand then removes his shoe with Fernardez looking on. Taken the sole, Ellis sticks the key between the fence and the leather of his shoe, then slowly moved it toward the fence. There were no sparks, something that would occur if the fence was truly charged, that’s when agent Ellis turns with an odd look on his face. John knew that look and he didn’t have to ask any questions of his British counterpart. Even with the guards gone, the fence surrounding the complex should have been on along with the cameras. There were no doubts in Edward’s mind that something was wrong. He points to the wires leading to the control box inside the small but comfortable guard shack. “I would say either the bloke cut the power for some reason or they had some type of power failure. I would believe they would have some sort of back-up generators.” Looking upward to avoid the cameras the two agents work their way to another section of fence. Ellis was always the man with a thousand secret agent gadgets if anyone was to be mistaken for the British super Spy, it would be him. “I guest you want to get inside now?” Turning to Fernardez then handing the keys back. “If there’s a way, yes.” Ellis grins. “You see why they wanted us to work as a team? I known would think of some way to gain assess.” That was no problem. Edward removes a small pair of wire cutter just big enough to do the trick. After cut a small section of fence, both agents slip through then dart toward the building using what ever bushes, trees and dark areas they could find. Minutes later, John finds the missing guard lying stiff behind a small gathering of bushes after being dead for several hours. “You were right ol’boy.”

“About what the missing guard?” “No. About something being wrong with this setup.” John cuts his eyes at Edward then shook his head. He could not believe the British agent had said what he did and not giving him credit for finding the dead guard. It was like a pair of comedians with Ellis giving the punch lines. Feranardez takes another look at his sidekick then shakes his head again, before motioning for Ellis to follow him.

Still using the cover of darkest the agents gain access to a less secured section of the building then along a balcony. Inching their way along, Ellis spots a window that was slightly cracked. Through the rear of the building by way of the hangar window, making sure they were not seen. Both men had small nap-shacks on their backs with the tools of their trade. They left all but their guns on the ledge. Ellis glances down on the grounds below, noticing patrolling military jeeps and a few foot-patrolling guards. Again, his eyes turn to the partially open window. “We have to leave the bags, Jimmy.” “Are you crazy… surppose we are caught, than what?” Ellis. “They know you and me. If they find weapons on us, that’s the end of returning here. As it stands now. We can claim we forgot something and had to find some way of coming back to get it. At least they willn’t think we came here to steal anything or that we’re spying… in which we are.” He pauses, then looks inside around the room as he slowly lifts the window and climbs inside. “Now, which way is Wilkinson’s office?” There were regular guards on duty inside the complex, some of them John recognized but getting them would be no easy task nor would it be easy getting to the Wilkinson’s office through the computer controlled doors. Ellis was the man who could almost do anything using ordinary tools, driver’s licenses, hotel keys and on some occasions a bullet or two to complete the mission. Stealthily using what rooms were open John and Edward waited for the guards to by then work their way to the staircase to the upper level where Sterling Wilkinson’s office was. Timing was everything, not only with the guards but the motion camera as well. Once they reached the second level their quickly make their way to the office.

Ellis. “Do you think this bloke is still in there?” “I don’t know. If he is I’ll be really pissed after all we just went through.” John turns to glance down the hallway. The two then slip inside, Ellis slowly and quietly closes the door behind him before turning to his Latin friend. “Tell me. What the hell did you want to come in here for again? What are we looking to find?” “To tell you the truth, that I don’t know.” John answers. “We do know something is not right. I am hoping to find evidence of some kind to clue us in. With one dead guard and the fence not being properly manned I have more suspicions of smelling a rat.” “Like what mate?” “Maybe someone is out to see that this project fails or better yet, steal the jet. I don’t know Edward. Just look around and see what you can find that seems strange along with the other shit we came across.” As Ellis rambles through Sterling’s desk draws, John cracks the door enough to see if anyone was coming. Minutes later, Edward s him and peers out. “From what I see. There’s nothing that would show Wilkinson do’in anything to ruin this jet’s success. He may not even know about what is happening around him for the matter. “I still say something is not right. I can’t place my finger on it but trust me something is going on here.”

Ellis. “What ever it is going on here, we sure as hell can’t find it. I think you’re right with that dead guard and all.” Peering again out of the crack of the door. “We had better find what we need to find and get the hell out, before someone finds us.” Both men start to make their way from the office to a nearby staircase, when they hear the sound of footsteps approaching. Fernardez eases the door to, just enough to see who it is, then take a second glance. It was the young guard

calling himself Dales patrolling the hallway. Both men watch as the young man peeks into several rooms playing out his duties as security. At first it seemed as if he was merely checking the rooms as a security measure before turning to look down the corridor before using a skeleton key to slip into one of the offices. “That’s the man I was talking about.” John widens the door, then motions for Edward to follow. “If that’s not suspicious, then you tell me what is. From what I was told, there is no reason for any of the guards to actually enter an office space, just check the doors.” Slowly and carefully both agents dart from the slightly open door to what the young man had gone. Ellis was the first to peak inside to see the guard pulling out the desk draws and checking what computers was inside the office. The Englishman holds up his hand with John slowly removes his weapon. Ellis soon does the same before him and Fernardez rush in surprising the man. Ellis moved quickly towards the startled guard with gun pointed. “Is there something you’re look’in for mate?” John slowly closes the door behind him, then s his friend. “Looks like we have ourselves a cat burglar of sorts, Jimmy. I wonder if he can explain what is go’in on and why there’s a dead guard outside.” “Let’s see if he can clear up some of the questions we have.” John turned briefly back to the door way, then walked catlike in the young man’s direction. “Who are you and what are you doing going through those desks draws?” The man stood silently facing them. Ellis was not as nice as Fernardez his short temper had him reach into his pocket removing a silencer then placing it slowly on his gun then slowly placed the gun to the young man’s throat with John standing beside him. “My friend here asked you a question and with all we had to go through to get in this bloom’in place, I think you had best come up with answers.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You two are tresing on private property.” “Did you hear that, Jimmy? We’re bloody tresing. I wonder what old man Sterling would say about one of his guards, rummaging through his desk. Let alone not having permission to enter this fine work space with a skeleton key. Seem to me you’re the one tresing mate.” Ellis turns to Feranardez. He

could see the man was not about to talk and John’s soft approach to the matter was not working. Bending the guard’s head backward, Ellis place the gun in the guard’s mouth as he begins his interrogation. John could hear the sound of metal hitting against the man’s teeth as Edward works the gun in the man’s mouth. “My friend is a very nice bloke about this… as for me. I just as soon blow you bloom’in head off, then call it a day.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The guard’s words emerge partially coherent with the gun firmly placed in his mouth at that point, John knew Edward meant every word he said. “I don’t know about any dead guard I just came in here to see if this office had been tampered with.”

John. “He means it.” Softly speaking. “The only person who is tampering with anything was you. With that silencer, my friend could shoot you and no one would be the wiser. I will ask you again before he makes up his mind to go through with his claim. Who are you and what is going on here?” “I don’t know what you guys are talking about. I work for this company and I was hired by Mr. Sterling.” John and Edward eye cut on each other. Ellis gives the man’s face a twist then shoves the gun farther into the man’s mouth Fernardez hears a cracking sound Ellis in his impatience had broken two of the guard’s teeth. Ellis. “Okay, this is your last and final chance.” Looking the guard dead in the eyes with his head cocked to the side. “There was a dead man outside and you’re a so-called security guard. In your rounds I know you and the others had to have checked the grounds or were suppose to. How come something like that could have happened without you or the others knowing? Either we get answers or you’re be the next corpse on the premises.” The hammer of Ellis’s gun slowly moves back it would take less than twelve pounds of pressure to stand a bullet speeding through the guard’s head, something the man was truly aware of. His eyes widen as Edward continues staring at him waiting for some sign of the man calling himself, Dales to nod his head in surrendering the information asked. A moment later with his eyes looking on the barrel of the gun, the guard nodes and Ellis slowly removes his weapon.

“Now that’s a good ladd. Let’s start out with a name, a real name.” “Briggs. My name is Briggs, Thomas Briggs.” Taking in a deep breath sighing breath. Fernardez. “What about the guard outside, did you kill him?” “No. I had nothing to do with that part of the plan.” “What plan?” Elllis adds. Briggs turns back to the door as if he was expecting someone else to arrive nervously he turns his attention to the two men. “Look, all I was suppose to do is see how many guards there were on this complex then find out where the jet is housed before reporting back.” “To whom?” Fernardez moves closer to Edward with his hand on the door easing it open slightly to look out. “Who is the person you were suppose to report to?” “Look, I don’t know that.” Ellis suddenly grabs Briggs’s collar pushing him next to the wall some distance from where Fernardez was standing. “I think your fucking with us, son. I gave you a freak’in second chance there will not be anymore if you continue lying.” “Hush.” John hold his hand up. There were several guards making their way along the hallway he had seen them before on regular basics to know they worked for the Aerotech complex he, Ellis and their hostage remain still until the guards by. Slowly closing the door fully again John turns his attention to Briggs and Edward again. “Who are the people you work for, Briggs and why were you looking in this room?” “I don’t know who asked me to do this exactly… I mean I never met them. Some woman asked us to do the job from what I was told.” Briggs glances on Edward who held doubts about the man’s answers. “Look, I swear it. I don’t know who is the direct person. I was suppose to get some blueprints from this room as well as find where the jet is.”

There was a moment of calm the man name Briggs nervously stares on Edward still having his hand firmly around his shirt collar and his gun in his free hand. “Let me ask you this, Briggs. How many guards are there on the complex I mean how many real guards who work for the company?” “I counted a little over thirty but every other week I see new faces some number of guards, just new faces.” “Why take the blueprints and how were you planning to get them to your mysterious benefactor?” “I drop the prints along a section of the fence before leaving the premises. I am suppose to receive my money that way as well.” John ponders the situation over briefly. “If you have the prints I would suggest you hand them to this gentleman here.” Referring to Edward, standing with his hand still on the man’s collar. “Then find you way off the grounds. If I see you again you’re a dead man, you got that?” Briggs head shakes rapidly. Ellis. “Is that it, Jimmy? You’re not just go’in to let this dirty bag go, are you?” “Yeah. There is nothing we can do at this point but hold them. Besides. If this mysterious person wants them they are helpless not having them. Our situation is not a good one, right now. Besides, he just might be telling us the truth.” Briggs turns his head glancing on the two agents, as Ellis removed his hand from the man’s collar. Moments later John motions the young man still shaken to the door with he and Edward walk several steps behind him. “What are you two going to do with me?” “The man said you can take your ass out of here.” Ellis remarks waving the gun towards the door. “I warn you mate. If you speak a word of this to anyone I promise just as my friend did, your body will be out there with the other guy’s. In fact my friend, I would think seriously about reg from this business.” Briggs hustles out scanning the halls making sure no one notices him leave. Ellis turns looking on Fernardez now a a man with doubts of his own about working with the Latin agent. If Briggs failed to take the blue prints to the rendezvous

point someone would surely be waiting to take care of his mistak. Edward did want to know who that someone was yet keep the prints. “Look, Barn. If you let that guy walk he is dead meat. Besides. He might reveal us to old man Sterling in that case this mission is over. We need to find out who hired guy and what the hell is going on.” “That thought entered my mind. Who ever killed the guard is still on the premises waiting. Perhaps to take Briggs out once he made the drop-off. We need something to draw our man out into the open something that willn’t get us caught in the process.” Edward continues watching as Briggs cautiously made his way to the staircase leading out of the building. “I got an it now you don’t believe Briggs fully no more than I did. You think he’s holding something back and if that’s the case, we can find out how much he really knows. You let the bloom’in guy walk away follow him then wait for the pickup.” “That’s is exactly what we are preparing to do. There is one other thing we have to do something that will give us some insurance we willn’t be easily captured.”

John briefly turns the lights on in the room his eyes search for any alarm systems he can find it wasn’t long before his search was successful. “When I say go. I want you to follow me down the hallway to the window ahead.” Pointing to one of the windows in the direction where Briggs had gone. “What the hell for, James?” “Just do it, Edward.” John points to the light switch with one hand then took the key jamming it into the system disconnecting the main power setting the alarm off. The two men dart quickly in the direction of the window leading in the direction where Briggs went. Briggs was inexperience for agent if in fact he was one he was being used as a gofer nothing more. Briggs panics as the ear piercing sound of the alarm is heard. John and Ellis hang just outside the window their feet barely touching the ledge as they peer on the hallway. Briggs had nowhere to turn other guards were approaching from the bottom of the staircase with guns

drawn and him poised somewhere in the center of the well-polished staircase. Still holding on with a firm grip both agents who had found an exit window to a lodge glance down on the grounds to notice two military vehicles quickly approaching with lights flashing. Ellis. “Well, we know how fast the security around here is.” Inching his finger along the ledge with gritting teeth and sweating heavily. Ellis was not the young man he use to be neither was Fernardez. They both feel their fingers going numb from their weight hanging along the lodge there were men standing just below them preparing to rush inside the complex while more jeeps sped their way toward the building. “Look, Jimmy. I hate to mention this I can’t hold on too much longer, mate.” “No need.” John watches three military personnel rush into the building two men and a woman slowly making their way to lower section of the building’s lodge soon both men work their way to the roof then scamper along it before looking down. “This is where we get off.” John points to a dark section along the building with a water pipe leading to the grounds then grabs the two backpacks they left behind. With most of the guards dealing with Briggs the agents head back in the direction in which they came then to the open leading to the road. They were almost through the cut fence and in the open when the lights of an oncoming car rounds the bend. John, ducks down next to a clump of bushes with Ellis sliding his way. “That’s Wilkinson’s car. He must not have been far for someone to alert him what’s going on.” Sterling continues to the front of the building after two remaining guards at the main gate allowed him access. John looks on his mind racing with ideas of going back inside while he and Ellis lay flat on their stomachs with binoculars in hand. John. “It looks as if they’re going to bring Briggs out to the patrol cars.” He pauses then adjusts the field glasses for a closer look. “No, wait. They’re taking him inside again most likely to question him.” “That’s not helping us, Jimmy. The plan was to have the bloke find his way to the fence area he mentioned so we can discover who is working for.”

“Not if he’s in custody and I’m here with you, you’re right?” John slowly lowered his field glasses then faced the British agent. “I have another idea. You can take the car go home if you wish, since our first plan seems to have failed.”

“What the hell is it you’re about to do now? Look, pal. If you have any more ideas.” Ellis angrily shifts his attention again on Fernardez. “Then you can include me to since we are in this we are in this together.” “Not this time. It would be better I do this one alone. Besides, I’m equipped for what I want to do.” Later, to the two men stand in the rear of the BMW John release the trunk section it was then, Ellis notices a suit bag with a change of clothing, something Fernardez had anticipated in using. “You sly bastard. You had this all planned out, didn’t you?” “Not really, Edward. I usually keep a spare set of clothing in the car just in case there is a need to use them. Go home I’ll see you in the morning. I appreciate your help this time let me finish up the mess.” “How will you get to your hotel?” Edward looks on the complex briefly. “Are you spending the night?” “Maybe.” John was slipping out of his dark clothing into business attire. “I’m definitely going to find out what Briggs knows and whom he’s working for. Now, go back to your hotel room and I will talk to you tomorrow.” With Fernardez fully dressed, Ellis slides into the driver’s seat of the sports car then turns back on his friend dressed with a small attaché case in hand. “I hope you know what the hell you’re doing. one thing we in this thing together… you hear?” Fernardez. “I got you Edward.” Turning briefly on the complex. “Trust me. I need you just like you need me so I will see you tomorrow.” The car moves off then rounds the bend Fernardez turns back just as the rear lights of the sports car vanish amongst the trees he takes a look on the road

ahead then heads for the complex. Some time later the Latin agent finds himself standing in front the gate, waiting for the guard to approach. It took every bit of ten minutes for the guard to notice someone was standing there. “Mr. Cortrell. What are you doing here this time of night?” “I thought I would finish up on some paper work and take another look at the jet… if I can. I want to see if anymore work is required on it.” “I guess it’s okay to let you in.” The guard looks back on the building, then the cameras, before returning his attention to John. “We have sort of a situation right now.” “I noticed that when I can up. So what is it? That’s if you can tell me.” The guard was more professional in his reply than Briggs. There were no doubts he worked for the complex and was military in his behavior. He said little about the incident or what was going on at the time. Finally with John showing his ID, the man allows him access to the grounds. “Mr. Cortrell. I don’t want to seem personal just how did you get here?” “A friend of mine drove me here some miles back. Hopefully someone is going my way tomorrow I can hitch a ride.” John turns and continues on his way. Inside the building, Sterling Wilkinson along with two of his guards and three military police, stand questioning the man name Briggs. Fernardez walks into the office just as Sterling was about to ask several questions.

“Oh, sorry for barging in. What do we have here?” John asks, standing inside the archway of the door with Sterling turning his way. “Come in, Mr. Cortrell. You might be interested in this. It seems we have an Industrial Spy amongst us and one I haven’t seen before.” “That is intriguing, Doctor Wilkinson. Is he working alone?” John set his attaché case down next to his leg, then placed his hands in his pocket. Briggs looks up with a surprising look at the man he had just run into in the complex hallway. Briggs never utters a word with Fernardez gazing on him.

Wilkinson. “From what we’ve gathered. He came looking to find the Zodiac, for what reason is still not quite clear. He said there were two only men here who were not working with him, but might have had the same ideas.” “What would those ideas be?” John asks. Wilkinson turns to Briggs, seated in a chair with the three military police next to him. “That is something the police are about to find out when they take him away. For now, this is out of our hands of course this matter will be dealt with in court.” “I don’t know now it works here in good old England.” John remarks. “If you wait for the justice system to do anything in the US, you’ll be waiting for some time.” “Well, this is not the US. Things are done rapidly around here.” Wilkinson laughs then turns to the three officers. “You can have him now. As far as I am concern it is out of my hands.” Briggs looks up nervously from the floor. His eyes turn to two of the officers standing next to him with sweat pouring from his face. “Look, I told you the truth. I just came here looking for the jet and the blue prints to it. I don’t know who asked me to do this or if there are others working secretly in this place. For all I know there could be several people planted here.” “How would you deliver the prints, if you don’t know whom to give them to?” One officer replies. “It’s like I told you before. Someone is to pick it up outside the complex, next to the fence near the guard shack. Look please. I told you all that I know. If you take me out there they will kill me.” John. “Who… who will kill you?” “I just told you I didn’t know. Whoever is to retrieve them you can bet is armed and watching every move being made here.” Briggs becomes silent, refusing to go any further with the questioning. It was then Sterling motions his head to the office door indicating to the Military Police to remove their prisoner. The female officer then speaks. “While you guys have him. I think I will check the fence around the guard shack and see what I can find.”

As the two other officers remove Briggs from the room leaving, John, Wilkinson and one of his security personnel alone in the office, Sterling turns to Fernardez casually. “Tell me, Mr. Cortrell. What brings you here at this ungodly hour?” “Actually, I came back to check on the jet myself. Since the crew believe that’s nothing much wrong with it I thought a little checking wouldn’t hurt.” “Well, thank goodness the Zodiac has been move to another location, one of the other hangars not far from here. I wish I could let you see it again, but you know how things are… security reasons.”

“I can see the Zodiac is a big issue.” Fernardez picks his attaché case up. First, in his right hand then switching it to his left as him and Sterling walk out of the room. “Someone is determined to stop the success of this project for some odd reason or another. With twelve countries involved in this project, you would think they would lend a hand in safeguarding it as well.” Wilkinson. “There are those who think the ing of forces is the beginning of the big brother movement. Me personally… I think it’s the beginning of a tug of war over who’s going to want to maintain the aircraft or have it docked under their closely guarded eyes longer could be the issue.” “Mistrust amongst the owners.” John adds. “Something like that, Mr. Cortrell. Something like that.” With the security officer leading the way, both men make their way to the main doors, just as the two military police escort Briggs from the building. Suddenly, three shots ring out. The glass to one of the main doors shatters with the sound of a whizzing bullet flying Wilkinson’s head striking one of the soda machine. John and the security guard were laying face down on the floor, with Sterling crouched behind the machine. Slowly Fernardez looks up to notice one of the police officers sprawled out in the middle of the glass doors, with blood pouring from his head then Briggs lying at the foot of the entrance way. Fernardez looks on the guard beside him, shaking with his gun still holstered.

“Are you going to use that, or do you want me to?” The agent wasted no time in taking the man’s weapon, before rushing toward the officer’s body to retrieve his gun as well. Another shot rings out and this time closer than before. Just outside crouched down next to his patrol car was the remaining officer who managed to make it to cover before another shot was fired. It was Fernardez’s intentions to him… at least to help in making the area a bit safer for the officer. Fernardez. “Here. Take this gun and give me some sort of cover.” Sliding the second gun in the direction of the guard, still lying on the floor with Wilkinson looking on. It wasn’t long before the man regains his composure enough to carrying out John’s orders. More shots are fired Fernardez finds himself ducking and dodging from left to right along the hallway, until he could leap his way through the remains of the shattered door to the outside. His attempts were slightly halted, as bullet and pieces of cement ricochet around him. “Where are those shots coming from?” He yells to the officer, who was scanning the area for the shooter. Seconds later the man turns to face him with his gun hand still pointed outward over the hood of the vehicle. “I can’t tell. Somewhere near the guard shack I think.” He then turns again, only to find himself ducking more shots. John could tell the shooter was using small rounds this time. The first few that were fired from some type of rifle… a sniper rifle with scope more than likely. The other thing that made Fernardez feel his theory was right was the wound in the second officer’s head, or what remained of it along with the fact both men, Briggs and the officer were shot from a long distance. Finally, crouching next the vehicle with the officer still pointing his gun, John peers briefly outward. “Where is your other partner… the woman?”

“I don’t know, Mr. Cortrell. I heard shots then turned to see Bobby and Briggs dead. She might have been taken by surprise and made her way to the lead car.”

John. “Where is her car?” The man points in the direction of the fence, where the woman said she would be going which answered Fernardez’s question. As another shot rings out and this time Fernardez noticed the flash coming from the main gate, leaving no doubts the female officer was dead as well. “Whoever is shooting at us it using a handgun for the moment. If you can draw their fire, I’ll see if I can get close enough to find them.” “You’re crazy. With those clothes you can easily be pick off.” The man’s eyes move up and down John’s clothing. It was true, Fernardez was wearing a white shirt with black tros and black jacket not to mention he and the officer were silhouetted by the lights from the complex building. “Just cover me until I can make it over there.” John pointing to his right, where there were bushes and dark areas running close to the fence. Slowly the officer opens the doors of his patrol car, then slips the keys in the ignition to allow the car to drift closer to where John wanted to go. The shooter let out with a flurry of bullets. The sound of bullets striking the front and rear s cut through the night air, as the car slowly moves closer to the bushes before receiving a flat. Fernardez darts out as the officer fires in the direction of the gate, slowing down the shooter’s responds time. Then is a pause, a deadly silence with crickets in the background. John removes his sport jacket and turns it inside out, wearing it again like a hospital gown and concealing the white shirt underneath. The officer fires several rounds again. John waits to see if the shooter would respond, that moment was not long in coming. Three shots were fired. Fernardez saw the flash from the gun’s mussel bright enough for him to get a fix on the shooter’s position. The clicking of an empty chamber also gave the person away followed by what sound like the pull of a bolt lever rifle. The agent was in the right position to make his approach he noticed a dark shadowy outline of the shooter slowly over the hood of the patrol car, then pauses to get a bead on the officer. John placed the figure in his sights then slowly draws the trigger back and fires off two shots. He hears a sudden moan and knew his aim was well placed. Darting in the direction of the main gate with his gun pointed outward, Fernardez makes his way to the area where the shooter was spotted but he finds

he is now the target, the flash from his gun also gave him away and as he pauses near a large sign with the complex’s name boldly printed on it he is then bombarded with more gunfire bewildered not knowing how many more rounds his gunman had remaining. Bullets strike several letters on the sign the debris falls heavily on him just as deadly as the bullets themselves with jagged glass amongst it. The Latin agent fires again and again with the moaning sound reaching his ears just then the shooter stands with rifle pointed to the ground swaying back and forth in pain that is when, John slowly approaches with his gun pointed outward. “Stop.You don’t want to do this it’s over and done, so drop the gun and surrender.”

Fernardez noticed the slender outline of the shooter silhouetted by the building’s lighting to realize it was the female officer. She stood for a moment in silence as he continued moving forward. “Look, you don’t want to do this I know you don’t. We can talk this over and let it be done with. All I need to know is who hired you and Briggs to sabotage this project and why?” “You can’t stop them. They have already made their infiltrated this complex once and they will do it again.” She replies in pain. John continued moving in the woman’s direction when the other officer rushes forward. He slows his approach just as Fernardez speaks out again. “This is crazy. Put the gun down and we can work this out somehow.” “You are a fool and so is, Sterling’s. That jet is just a dream of desperate men on ego trips of overseeing and controlling those who have nothing to loss. I would easily give my life to stop this foolish game of trust amongst Nations.” “Give it a chance for, God sake.” The woman smiles then shakes her head, John’s plea for her to give up was not working. “Sir. The other officer with his gun still pointed in the woman’s direction, shifts his focus on the agent briefly. “She is not going to surrender I know her. She is an expert shot in the department. She is Officer Everlyn Green.” Officer Green even in her pain shakes her head then suddenly raises the rifle

knowing fully there would be no way hitting her target. John freezes for a moment like a new recruit in the field of government service as if this would be his first kill, hesitating was his worse mistake. At that moment it was the officer standing poised with his gun pointing outward who reactions. Several shots hit the woman causing her to spin violently about before falling against the car then sliding slowly to the ground she takes a deep rattling breath then looks briefly in the young officer’s direction. “Damn it Everlyn, why?” The woman’s blame stare gives little comfort nor reasons for her actions. “You were one of the best in the squad.” Officer Everlyn Green slowly slumps to the side before sur coming to death John and the officer walk slowly toward the fallen woman’s body to stand looking down on her. John removes his suit jacket then bends slowly down to use it to cover the woman’s face. “I can’t believe Green would do something like this.” The officer softly utters. “She was highly recommended and well liked by all of us.” John let out with a soft sigh then turns to see Wilkenson with several others looking over the damage done to the complex doors and interior areas. “Who is she, again?” “She’s Officer Everlyn Green a four year vet on the force and a damn good shot. She was recommended for the quick responds team some weeks ago.” “I will see what I can do to keep from tarnishing her name.” “I appreciate that, Mister.” “Cortell.” Just then Wilkinson and two guards come rushing forward. He turns to Fernardez and the officer and took in a deep breath before speaking. “Blimey, it’s the woman officer. Whom was she working for?”

“I don’t know.” Slowly Fernardez turns his attention on the slender man, somewhat still shaken. “That was something I was hoping to find out. I would suggest someone do a background check on her. From what I was just informed

she was a fine officer in her department whom I believe somehow got mixed up in all of this. “I’ll do some checking around at headquarters, to see what they can come up with.” The officer adds. “I hate to have to call this one in. How is Windell?” Referring to the other officer who was one of the first serious casualties. “I’m afraid he and Briggs are dead. Gentlemen, this has been a long night.” The officer reaches down to retrieve John’s jacket replacing it with his own. Minutes later with the two of Wilkenson’s security guards remain with the lone police officer Sterling and Fernardez work their way back to the complex. “Mr. Cortrell. I would like to thank you for your help this has been a frightful night. So, tell me. What do you think they were hoping to do, once they find the jet and its blue prints?” “There’s no telling. Maybe copy the designs or even destroy the Zodiac in some fashion. We know now that it’s dangerous for the jet to remain here since there is a possibility something like this could happen again.” “If that’s so, they had best be quick about it. The Zodiac is going to another bases somewhere in . Sorry I can’t reveal the exact location to you specially after this, nothing personal.” “What about the crew, Doctor Sterling? There is a chance their lives could be in danger as well.” “That is something you and I don’t have to worry about. The British Air Force has provided them with safety boarding and 24 hour protection. Unlike some of these chaps I have here.” Sterling remarks looking on two guards walking the perimeter of the complex. “They are better trained to handle such incidents.” John looks to the grounds, then lets out with a sigh. “Well, since I can’t take a look at the Zodiac tonight I guess I should be finding a way back to my hotel.” “No need in searching, dear man. My car is right over there and I can drop you off at your hotel. Just give me a moment to clear up a few things. I should not be long. I say. Didn’t you say you had some paper work to be done?”

“Yeah. It will have to wait for now. Like I said. If I can’t check for flaws on the jet, then there is no use in dealing with the papers work.” Fernardez reaches for his pack of cigarettes then lights one. “I do appreciate the offer of driving me back.” “Speak nothing of it, dear man. Besides, with what has just happened I wouldn’t expect you would feel like trotting the distance.” Wilkinson heads back inside the building, followed later by the military officers at his side. A few hours later more military vehicles along with local authorities approach the complex. After several minutes Sterling heads in the direction of his car, where John was standing with attaché case in hand.

“Sorry for the wait, Mr. Cortrell. It seems the local authorities have some issues with the military handling this matter and of course they wanted me to answer more questions.” Sterling reaches into his pockets removing the keys while Fernardez watches authorities remove the bodies of Briggs and the slain officers he knew only one way of finding out what it was all about that was to have, Agent Edward Ellis someone in Interpol to do a background check on the woman and Briggs.

THE FOLLOWING DAY, A SMALL CAFE OVERLOOKING THE THEMES RIVER. John meets with Ellis a few hours later, after calling his background check request. Edward draws the collar of his overcoat around his neck, blocking out the chill coming from the river then turns to glance on the park before removing the envelope in his pocket. “This is what you are looking for. Inside you’ll find information on that woman and Briggs… sly bastard he was.” Fernardez turns to see if there was anyone nearby, before removing the information in the brownish envelope. “I hope this didn’t put you in any kind of trouble, Edward.” “Oh hell no. In fact this got me in good with one of the little ladies at the desk. It’s the old Ellis charm you know.” John cut his eyes on the papers, now fully removed from the partially sealed

envelope. “Yeah, sure. It says here Briggs was a private detective at one time. What the hell happened that he had to do something like this?” “The bloke was fired from his firm and most likely strapped for cash. He had some financial problems, gambling, women and drinking.” “I guess that would do it. We both know about that kind of problem.” John briefly looks up. He and Ellis had been in similar situation, more so for Edward then Fernardez. Turning his attention on the paper again, Fernardez continues scanning them. Briggs had quite a bit of money put into his , from an unknown source. They were money orders with a signature from a private firm that no longer existed, as far as Interpol knew. The funny part of it was the money orders were somehow good. As for Everlyn Green. She had no criminal record from all s and she was a straight officer with a record of Excellence in shooting. Her financial status, Green neither owned nor needed money that put the two agents on square one again. “Maybe, it was her political believes Jimmy.” John hand the papers back, then turns looking on the park again. “Could be. It’s kinda hard to say how far some people will go with that.” He starts off with Ellis following close behind. Time was the only thing that would help them find the reason for last night’s incident and in both men’s minds… time could be running short. The following day somewhere in the afternoon, both men drive back to the complex. John had scheduled an appointment with Sterling Wilkinson the night of the incident. For the moment Sterling was not to be seen. With one of the security guards leading he and Ellis are escorted to the hangar where the Zodiac was secretly docked. Both agents walk over to the jet then stand looking on it still amazed at its design and futuristic appearance. The hangar was half empty and no signs of the crew.

John climbs on the wing section leading to the cockpit windows and peers inside. Ellis on the other hand remained below with his arms crossed watching his counterpart’s every move. “Have you ever seen the inside?” Edward asks. John cups his hands to the silver

tinted windows trying to look inside when he answers. “Can’t see I have.” Looking on the hatch, which had no handles. “From the way it looks, they don’t want anyone else to see inside either. You would have to have your finger prints installed into the computer workings of this baby to gain access.” Fernardez turns slightly back on Ellis. “I have to give it to Doctor Orlandis. She knew what the hell she was doing when she designed this aircraft.” Ellis leaning against the jet’s structure. “We know what it can do and we know that there are electronic devices inside that beat the hell out of what the Air Force can muster up.” “That might be why Briggs mysterious was willing to find out. Wanting the blueprints to duplicate this jet, could be of some value for sure.” John runs his hand along the seams of the door, still looking for a way of gaining access. Ellis straightens his stands then briefly turns away. There was little more than a handful of Sterling’s workers milling about the interior of the hangar some making their way into another separate section then was much more secured. He noticed the jump suits the men were wearing, all white and made of heavier material than those of the Zodiac’s crew . Edward looks up to see John still fooling around the side of the cockpit and still running his hands along the seems of the porthole windows. “Look mate. This big brother movement might be something more than what we think it is. A cover-up for something much bigger. Hell, this mission was to make sure nothing happened to the ladies and the bloom’in jet. Now, it appears we might be over our heads.” “That might by. But back to your question about seeing inside here. I think I can make some type of arrangements on that.” John’s eyes catch a glimpse of the crew walking through the door of the hangar all dressed in work suits with tool boxes in hand. Slowly Fernardez works his way to the edge of the wing, then leaps down next to Edward. “We have company Ellis so look sharp.” Pat Pasco, the communications Tech and Chin Wang slowly stroll his way. Both women cut their eyes on each other while talking. Before John could open his mouth, Pasco addressed him.

“Excuse, me.” Pasco turns holding up one finger, then turns again to Chin. Her head moves with jerking motions like someone shuttering for words. Fernardez waits for a few seconds before she returns her attention on him. “What is it you need now, Mr. Cortrell? We do periodical checks on the Zodiac everyday.” “I just had a look at the cockpit’s hatch. It seems there is a gap between main frame and the connecting hinge. I know we went over this once before but I think it’s important that this be mentioned again.”

Pasco. “I guess I haven’t notice it. Chin did you notice?” Turning to the Asian woman. Chin Wang shakes her head in silence as she stands behind her fellow crew member. Pasco focuses again on both men. “I don’t know if it’s because you like being around women or you don’t want this jet to leave England, Mr. Cortrell.” “Now why would I want to keep this fine jet from doing its job, Ms. Pasco? The only thing I am doing is making sure you and the others fly safely in your task of monitoring this troubled world of ours.” “How about trying to win brownie points with Sterling. I suppose you can show me this problem you discovered.” That was all John needed to hear. He and Ellis slip into the lab coats hanging next to the jet then reached for two clipboards. While Fernardez and Pasco climb on the wing section, Ellis continues looking on them with a smile. Fernardez did exactly what he said he would do using a simple smile and soft tone of voice. Sliding his hand along the seam of the door as he had done before, John points out a seemingly innocent crack he had discovered along the door frame. Ellis watches and waits until the woman examine the section closer, then cleverly moves unnoticed to the cockpit window. John removes a small tool from his pocket and goes along the rubber seal, stripping it away slightly before speaking. “Now, you see what I mean? I will show you this window is not properly sealed. You let one small hole your inspection and before you know it, you have a major problem.”

Pat turned frowning. “This is unusual. All of this was checked several days ago. There is not reason for it to be like this. Everyday this entire area is check and rechecked with countless hours of work put into it.” “If this is what it looks like now. I can imagine what the inside would look like. You don’t mind if we take a look, do you?” Ellis listened closely to his partner conning the women to open the cockpit section to get a closer look inside. With the technology that was put into the making of the aircraft, John had to find some way inside. “I guess it would be all right.” Pasco replies, slowly standing to her feet then glancing toward the entrance of the hangar to notice Sterling walking in with Winslow and Roberts. Winslow glanced their way, then loudly speaks out. “What is he doing up there?” Jean waits until Wilkinson walks ahead several feet, then leans closer to her Jamaican colleague. “Your Prince charming has come back to see you.” Roberts remarks neither changes Paula’s expression nor her feelings about seeing Fernardez standing about the jet. “He’s not a Prince charming, nor is he mind.” Turning toward the jet. “Mr. Cortrell, get down from there this instant. I thought we had an understanding about inspecting this craft. It is to be done by both you and my staff.” Roberts leaves Winslow and Sterling standing with both the agents and Pasco, while the other women head for the small room several feet from the center of the hangar to change clothes. Winslow. “What is this all about? Pat, I told you I wanted no one near the Zodiac until it is properly inspected and ready for the journey.” “I know, but.” “No, buts.” John could see Winslow and Sterling were anger over the matter and intervenes.

“This is not her fault. I was merely showing her the problems I noticed.” He looks upward to the cockpit. “There are small but important cracks in the hatch

area, as well as the seal along the cockpit window that needs attention.” Sterling dismisses the Canadian woman, then turns to Paula. “I am sorry, Doctor Winslow. I failed to mention the fact I invited these gentlemen here to make a finally check the jet. Perhaps, we were a hasty with crewman Pasco.” “I want to see this crack you’re talking about, Mr. Cortrell. It seems we have been over this before at some point.” “You’re right we have.” Feranardez smiles before turning to the wing section then makes his way upward. Turning back he stands looking down on Sterling and Winslow with Ellis behind them, holding the clipboard to his face to hide his smile. “This crack may seem like a small matter. As you most likely know, it can lead to some very unconscious crew along the way.” John played his part well as an aerospace designer and turns to the cockpit window with confidence. Ellis and Sterling glance at each other with Edward tilting his head then giving a wink. Paula was confident in her crew and there was nothing she could see that they would miss. John knees down along the door getting a finally look before moving to the window, with his hand extended outward. “Give me you hand, Miss Winslow. Don’t want to see you slip off the wing.” Paula found herself being lifted gently upward. John gazes into her eyes and smiles using all his charm and gentlemanly ways to calm the young Jamaican woman’s anger. Jean rocked slowly on the balls of her feet with her arms crossed and pretending not to notice the attraction between the couple. Fernardez’s dimples were clearly visible when he smiled, something that was an advantage to his rugged South American features. Windslow felt John’s soft touch and strong grip, as he continues adding her along side him on the jet’s wing section. Several minutes go by John shows her the problems he had discovered before making his way to the hatch. He asks Paula to open the hatch section for a look inside, something she hesitates to do. “That’s impossible. No one is allowed to see the inside.” John. “No, one.” Paula repeats her remark before turning away. “That’s funny. With twelve countries having a financial hand in this, you would think someone would allow a person like me to see if their investment was sky

worthy. , I represent the US and they have a hand in this. Perhaps, you have more pride in it than the others. Surely you can let me see this one section.” Winslow. “Pride has nothing to do with this. Besides, I don’t have to answer to you. It’s a little more complicated then that. The security for this craft is not to be compromised even by those who have an investment in this project.” Wilkinson looks up with his arms crossed. “Come, Professor Winslow. The United States, as he stated, has a hand in this matter to. Surely you can let, Mr. Cortrell at least look for anything that might by wrong. He came all the way from the US to ensure the program, not to sabotage it.”

Paula hesitates for a moment to the finger printing identification . Looking back on Fernardez, she slowly moves her right hand over the screen. “I promise. I would tell a sole the word.” John remarks. Paula gives the dark a hard tap. John watches as it turns an eerie green as Winslow firmly place her hand on it. The sound of an air tight door being open is heard by those standing about. Fernardez glances inside the dark cockpit, lined with all types of fancy buttons surrounding the four leather seats near the controls. “Now.” He said, pretending not to be interested in the interior, his eyes stealthily scanning the interior. “This door section and the windows are major areas to be concerned about. I would suggest we work on that, before you and your crew leave England.” He moves his hand along the seal then glances upward. “Like I told crewman, Pasco. It is important the interior is air tight to ensure proper oxygen levels. This craft is no different from an ordinary plane, when it comes to pressurization. Wouldn’t you say?” Slowly standing to his feet. Sterling. “Well, Mr. Cortrell. It seems you have found more flaws then we had expected. I hope this will not hinder their trip.” “Only if it’s not taken care of. As I told, Miss Winslow. It could mean some very sleepy crew or dead ones.” Fernardez cut his eyes on Windslow, before leaping from the wing section to Sterling and those standing along side him. Ellis played the gentleman, lending Paula a hand as she inches her way down. Wilkinson excuses himself to tend to other duties, leaving Ellis and John

standing in the center of the hangar, watching the other women emerge from the small dressing room. “Hey, Jimmy. You could tell she didn’t want you in there. So how did it look inside?” “More complex then anyone could imagine… an electrician’s nightmare.” He rubs his head, then turns in the direction of the women who were now moving around the Zodiac making notes of what needed work. “When they leave here, what is their next destination?” “From the General’s sources. They’ll be heading to Hamberg , or somewhere there abouts. Hey, Barn. You blokes have any air base there, don’t you?” Fernardez. “Sure, somewhere in that region. I would like to know what’s in the other hangar over there.” John’s eyes cut toward two large sliding doors on the other side of the hangar, from where the Zodiac is docked. Wilkinson and his men kept going, when he was finish speaking with us. For some season he just kept moving in and out of there, as if there was something secretly hidden inside. There was always a large tarp draped around the entrance, to ensure privacy from inquiring onlookers. The other thing I have been thinking about, is the drop off point Briggs was supposed to have left the blue prints.” “What about it? I think that problem was solved with that police woman’s death.” Edward turns slightly in the direction of the doors John was still gazing at. “I would say any attempts to smuggle those prints are now foiled and I doubt if there are going to be any more not before the Zodiac leaves.” “I hope you’re right about that.” Fernardez remarks, turning back with one eyebrow arched. “It’s almost lunch time. I promised someone lunch days ago.” Turning to the women.

“You and that Winslow have a little thing going… you sly bastard you.” Ellis nudges Fernardez’s arm. John’s comeback was seconds away mentioning Mattie Swazit as the main topic. “Oh yeah, Jimmy. You haven’t heard the latest news. Claudia is a fine bird as well.” Referring to Claudia De’Minosa, the French crew member. “I tell you this James. Too much work is rough on these women. It takes just one or two outings

and they can get wild. I don’t know if even you can keep up with them.” “I’m not looking for a wild time, just some information and a lovely evening. Look, see if you can use some of that influence of yours to find out more about last night.” “You think one of the woman is involved?” “Right about now, anything is possible.” John’s hands ease the lab coat behind before placing his hands in the pockets of his pants. “I would hate to think that way but in our business. Well, you know about that.” “I will see what I can do and that’s all I can say. Meanwhile, enjoy your luncheon date and stay out of trouble.” Ellis winked. John slowly strolls over to the Zodiac. Paula along with two others, Roberts and O’Brien, stand looking on the places he pointed out. With the other women giggling like school, Fernardez approaches Winslow from behind then taps her shoulder. “It’s lunch time. I hope you’re not mad still mad with me.” Winslow. “Why would I be and about what?” “Finding those trouble areas on the Zodiac is my job, nothing personal.” Roberts and O’Brian slowly move off into the distance. Their eyes cut back as they give him and Winslow room to talk. “I guess I should be, Mr. Cortrell. Since you seem to be holding us up from leaving England. One what think you’re doing this intentionally… wouldn’t you think?” “Why would I do something like that?” John replies, leaning over with his hands still in his pocket and a smile on his face. He glances her and noticed the three of Sterling’s Technicians walking out of the next hangar. Paula later noticed his glance. “I’m wondering just what is in that section of this hangar that’s so secret.” “I don’t know and to be honest. I wouldn’t worry about it. Doctor Wilkenson has always been a busy body and he could have a project of his own his working on.” She and John turn. Sterling Wilkinson was almost right on top of them

when he spoke. He looks on the women calling their attention to the time and motioning them to stop for a lunch break, before turning again to the couple. “As far as that section is concern.” Sterling remarks, causing Fernardez to discontinue his inquire. “It is hush-hush for the time being. It has come to my attention that what happened last night could be an attempt to my project it and not the sabotage of the Zodiac.” “I’m sorry if my questions were intrusive. Mrs. Winslow and I were just holding conversion.” “I would restrict your conversion to the matters at hand, if I were you.” John’s head dips slightly, as if he was ashamed. “As for you, Mrs. Winslow. I would treat my security measures around here, as if your life depended on it. Lose lips, as they say, sinks ships.”

Fernardez. “Again, I apologize. Mrs. Winslow had nothing to do with starting this conversion.” “Then the matter is closed, Mr. Cortrell. Keep your attention on protecting what is yours to protect and allow me to do the same with my business.” John brushed Sterling’s rather rude remark off as if it were nothing. As Sterling walks by the agent begins to think both Wilkenson and Orlandis may have had another project secretly on the back burner, Orlandis never had a chance to help finish it. It could have been another project for the government with the need-toknow sign written all over it. He and Paula watch Sterling as he made sure all the women were aware of his presents, before leaving the hangar. Winslow wipes her hands of the dirty and grease she had collected in her reexamination of the super jet. “Look, Ricardo.” She whispers. “Don’t worrying. Sometimes he is like that. One moment Wilkenson is as good as they get and at other times he’s a. You know what I mean.” “Yeah, I know. You’re just too much of a lady to say it.” John chuckled. “I can’t say I am too much of a gentleman not to say what is truly on my mind. I’ll try to contain myself.” They actions were being observed by Wilkenson’s receptionist, who had just

completed a phone call, before noticing the couple stroll from the hangar’s entrance. She stood with her eyes fixed on the couple, until they were clear both the hangar and the main section of the hallway leading to it. Slowly wondering along the corridor Fernardez softly chuckles again drawing the young woman’s attention. “Now what is so funny?” “I don’t know. Just seeing you dressed in those work clothes, with grease dotting your face and looking like a very hard working technician, no one would think you actually man a jet instead of repair it.” “You find that funny?” Winslow stops short to face him. “I am sure other jet pilots do the same as I do.” “Not really. They have other to do their duty work… so to speak. Don’t get me wrong. I love the idea of a working girl interested in what she’s doing.” Fernardez hand lifts Paula’s chin upward to face him. “But where we’re going to eat I think we both could freshen up a bit. Don’t want the people to think that grease is part of your make-up.”

A RESTAURANT IN DOWNTOWN LONDON, NOT FAR FROM THE THEMES. With a beautiful view of London Bridge, John and Paula sit outside the restaurant after ordering a seafood meal with white wine. It was a bright warm day and even the breezes from the river seem warmer then when he and Ellis met last. Glancing on their surroundings, John sips the tall glass of white wine and then leans over to Winslow. “I know. You probably can’t talk about it but what do you think is in the next hangar?” “I don’t know. Doctor Wilkenson never lets us near it. The only thing I know is its well guarded at all times. Why, do you ask?” “Just my curiosity.” John looks over his glass. “I was just thinking it could have been something Doctor Orlandis and he was working on together. Perhaps, another Zodiac or something like it.”

“I doubt that seriously. He and Orlandis were not a matching couple. They were at odds in almost everything they did. Besides, she wouldn’t want another jet like Zodiac. There are enough war planes circling the globe as it is.” Paula cuts a piece of fish and daintily places it between her lips. “From the speech Orlandis gave the Zodiac is not a war ship, but most or less an aircraft designed to monitor and deter acts of war. You sound as is it was one.” “In the wrong hands, Cortrell it could be a tool of destruction.” Paula leans back in her chair, with her wine glass posed close to her lips. “Stella made every effort possible to make sure that would not happen. The finger print system on the hatch door is one of the main deterrents.” Fernardez. “A theft is a theft. If someone wanted badly enough to gain entrance, it could be done and no such system will stop them.” “Without the jet recognizing the occupants, all of its systems will shut down or lockup. It took several months for that device to be implemented. It has been checked and double check for accuracy. I shouldn’t be telling you this, you know.” She adds, leaning forward in her chair. “My lips are sealed.” “Like the seals on the hatch door you found today?” John held his hand in front of his face, then gave it a slight wave. “You have me there. Trust me. I don’t want anyone to get their hands on that jet just as badly as you and the others. I believe what is happening here is for the good of the world. There are so many things that seem out of place right now. Like the attack on the complex two nights ago.” “I heard Sterling mention something about that, but the others and I are unaware of the incident. So what happened?” John finished his glass of wine, then caught the attention of the wait. After ordering a bottle of wine, Fernardez waits for the young man to walk away before explaining the eventful night. Paula listens to every word as if Fernardez was telling her some dramatic tale written from a spy novel. “This is one of the

reasons I asked you about the other section in the hangar.” Fernardez added, after summing up his story. “Sterling said whoever was working with Briggs and the police woman could have been actually trying to sabotage whatever he is working on.” “Not the Zodiac project?” “That is still up in the air we don’t know for sure… it’s a hunch.” He didn’t pursue the issue it was then Winslow turns to the river giving the impression she may not know what was going on. Sterling seemed much more secretive than before, especially after the incident that night. For some reason Paula Winslow was now not just a pilot of a space age jet but a woman whose beauty had been hidden in a flight suit or work suit, covered in grease. She was someone who, like Orlandis, was hiding her personal feelings in her profession. Winslow had a story to tell and like John’s, it was somewhat sad. Paula crosses she slender legs as she turns slightly from the table, looking outward with a sigh. Fernardez thinks now it was the perfect time to ask more indirect questions that were personal. “So, tell me. What are you thinking about, home or the job?”

Winslow slowly turns her head toward him. “Yes, and no.” John looks puzzled. He waits for an explanation. “Would it be nice if such aircraft like the Zodiac did not have to be thought of and people to trust one another? I mean here we are with nations who have gone through history waging war then coming together for brief periods of time, only to do it again.” “That sounds good in theory. Don’t you think what you’re doing is possible?” John turns to notice the waiter returning with the bottle of wine, then tilts his body toward him to receive it. Again the young man smiles then walks off, leaving the couple alone to finish their conversion. “Where honesty has some sort of value and trust means something.” Winslow remarks, leaning on the table. “Well, Alice.” John leans her way almost to the point his nose meets hers. “That is one wonderland, that would take more pills to swallow then I would want to

imagine. The white rabbit in this case is very elusive.” “I guess you’re right. I am just dreaming and hoping for the best. It would take a whole bottle of pills to make that dream come true.” Winslow gulped what unfinished wine down, before John could open the fresh bottle. “You shouldn’t drink that too fast. You could get drunk and I might take advantage of you.” “I doubt that very seriously, Cortrell. I am not a true drinker, but it would take more than mere dinner wine for that to happen. Besides, you’re a gentleman… right?” “So far.” John smiles. She had not said it to be smart. It was more of a light jester and she turns looking on the busy streets of London. John waits for her to speak again but there was a long silence. He watches as she takes note of the surroundings and people walking by along with the different smells coming from other cafes and eateries. John. “What made you take this job? You know, being a pilot?” “I think we have been over this the last time we had lunch. Is it possible you’re fishing for something to say or you’re having a senior moment?” “Okay, you’re right. We did and yes I am. I guess I just like hearing you talk which seems to be common place.” Winslow. “Have you ever flown before?” “Yes. Not professorially, but yes.” “My father taught me all I needed to know about planes.” She said, takes a deep breath. “He worked for a large company as a pilot himself. Every change he got he would take me out in one of his smaller planes and had me fly it.” Fernardez. “Must have been something to .” Finishing his wine then pushing his plate away. John noticed she had not finished eating. There was still

a good bit of food left on her plate. “I take it the others had some type of training as well.” “For the most part… yes.” She watched him remove a cigarette and light it. Paula’s glance was disapproving she slowly placed her hand on his. “You smoke?” She asked the obvious question. “It’s not healthy.” “Yes. If it offends you, I can put it out.”

“Do you know the harm it does to your lungs and the…” Winslow stops short when she sees the expression on his face. Fernardez had heard all that before, perhaps a dozen times but he waits patiently for her to finish. She said no more to offend him. “I realize it’s a bad habit. Between that and the others, this one seems more appropriate.” He replies. “You know what they say. Pick the less of the one or two evils’ habits.” “What is the other habit?” Winslow slowly removes her hand, looking him dead in the eyes. “Being a thief.” John leans forward with a straight face then spoke softly enough for the two of them to hear. “What have you stolen in this career of yours?” “Kisses.” Paula leans back in her chair covering her mouth with one hand hiding the smile that graced her lips. A soft hint of laugher. It was not exactly the answer she had expected but it did lighten the conversion. After several more minutes more of conversion and laughter John glances at his watch, then gulp his drink down. “I guess it’s that time again. I have to get you back to the complex, before Wilkinson has a fit.” “I suppose you’re right. You have been very charming, Ricardo. This is the

second time you have shown me to a luncheon and helped me relieve the stress of this job.” She slowly slides herself from the table with Fernardez quickly standing to his feet. Paula was bent between a standing position when John made his way around the table. Grabbing the chair he carrying outs his act of shivery. For a moment Paula Winslow stood with her mouth gaped slightly open, while gazing into his eyes. “Is there something wrong? You look as if you forgot to say or want to say something.” “No.” Her eyes’ flutter as is she was coming out of a day dream. “No, in fact I am glad to see that in a man. It’s rare to have a man actually slide a chair back, when a woman is getting to her feet.” He turns to signal the waiter for the tab then faced her again. “If you’re pretending to be so well rounded and polite, I would say you’re doing a good job of it.” “A real man would do what is right with a real woman dinning with him.” With a broad smile and his hand extended outward, John completes clearing the way for the female pilot. With the sun beaming brightly through the glass of John’s BMW, Paula leans her head back against the headrest, after running her hand through it several times. John glances in her direction and smiles to himself. He had seen many beautiful women in his life time, Winslow would be one he would never forget. She seemed to have had a mixture of West Indian and East Indian ancestry. Heavy well-trimmed eyebrows, smooth coffee colored skin and hair that had a coconut oil shine. He turns outward looking on the long stretch of landscape and it wasn’t long before he turns again in her direction, speaking softly. “I know I must have asked this a dozen times. Where are you and the others going… or should I ask?” “Yes, you have asked that question a dozen times.” She turns smiles. “Like is said. I couldn’t tell you where we’re going, only that tomorrow is our last day in England.” “That’s a shame. I thought I would at least have one more day with you, Paula.”

She lays her head back against the headrest again. “Like I said. You have been a charming host, but business is business. I hope you understand this project is very important.” Her hand slides to his knee, then pats it several times. “I can’t even say I will see you again, if ever.” “I guess I can take rejection.” Winslow gently pats his knee again, then places her head on the car’s heads. It was not long before the car pulls up to the complex gate. As usual the guard requests identification even though he knew the couple, then waves them on. Paula watches John quickly walks around the car’s rear section to the enger side. Taking a deep sigh, he stands with his hands in his hips and eyes on the lavish looking building. “A brief reprieve for the working world. If that what you’re thinking?” Winslow remarks. “Something like that. Lunch breaks are never long enough it seems.” John then leans over inside the slightly cracked window of the car. His eyes catch a glimpse of Paula’s shapely legs, as he opens the door. “So you’re going straight from here to your next site tomorrow? This place will be dull without you and the others around.” “You think so?” John adds her from the seat and they both stand silently. “Ricardo. Please don’t ask me where.” “Hey. I know what you’re about to say and I will not ask again.” Fernardez had completely disregarded questioning Paula about her next rendezvous point, something he already knew about. He turns to in the direction of the complex again, placing his hands in his pockets before turning back. “You know it might be possible I’ll see you again.” Winslow. “Only if you are on one of the other bases, close by. Look, Mr. Cortrell… I mean Ricardo.” Facing him with a brief smile. “As I said. You’re a nice guy and all. Surely you will meet someone who you can be with much long than this. I don’t want this to sound rude, but I believe our luncheons have started to become more than just friendly ones. Like I mentioned to you. You’re a nice guy.” “Nice guys finish last or haven’t you heard that phrase.” She turns and walks slowly off after his remark. After about a yard away, Winslow turns back.

“That’s not all ways so. Trust me on that.” “I can at least walk you inside.” The couple reach the doubt doors leading to the inside hangar. There were giggles accompanied smiles from the female crew . Seeing Winslow holding Fernardez’s arm as they stroll in give suggestions about why they both were so long in coming back. Their actions were clearly noticed and Paula shakes her head before heading for her work station. “I have some women to deal with.” She utters. “They need to get back to work and forget spying on what I do.” Fernardez. “You go ahead and deal with them. I’ll try to see you and the others off tomorrow. Again, thanks for at least having lunch with me.” He watched as she heads off then turns to making his way from the hangar.

“I see we’re a bit late aren’t we, Mr. Cortrell?” Sterling spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear. He stands looking on his watch and focuses his eyes on Winslow then back on Fernardez. “Yes, sir.” John’s smile quickly fades to a more serious expression. “I hope this doesn’t cause any trouble. The time sort of slipped away.” Wilkinson. “In fact, Mr. Cortrell. Being on time is very important in this business. I can not allow such actions on this site, nor will it tolerate it.” He and Sterling stand face to face with Sterling rising his head slightly as if he were looking down his nose on the agent. The crew of the Zodiac, who were gathered around Paula, turn to notice the two men having words clearly showing trouble was brewing. “I’m sorry, Doctor Wilkinson. It would happen again.” “You’re right, Mr. Cortrell it wouldn’t happen again.” Turning and making his way back to his office. He was half way to the entrance before turning again. “In fact, this the last time you and Mr. Peterson will be here. Your work here is done. Pack whatever you have and leave. Good day to you, sir.”

The women watch Fernardez standing silently with hands in his pockets, watching Wilkinson leaving the hangar. Winslow excuses herself from the group then walks over to him. “That lousy bastard.” Mattie Swazit remarks, turning to the others still looking on in disbelief. “Not wonder he is still a single man. We all know what he needs if any woman is willing to give him some.” Pasco. “Yeah, He willn’t get it from any of us.” Her eyes’ narrowing in anger. It wasn’t long John slowly strolls off in the direction Sterling had departed, never giving a single good-bye glance on the crew. “Mr. Cortrell… Cortrells.” Winslow calls out. John continues walking she calls out again until he finally turns around. Paula’s shoes could be heard clicking along the hard cement floor of the hangar echoing loudly through its interior. “Look, I am sorry for what just happened. I didn’t mean for this to turnout that way.” It’s not your fault. I enjoyed every moment of it. unfortunately, all good things come to an end.” Leaning her way he places both hands on her shoulders then boldly kisses her forehead while the other women look on then releases her slowly stepping away. “What was that for?” “I told you I was a thief.” He smiles then walks slowly off. She watches as him and Wilkinson, returning with papers in hand each giving brief glances before, Fernardez finally disappears. Paula res the others with Sterling not far behind. The hangar was silent the giggling had long stopped only sad expressions were showing on the women’s faces their eyes follow the lead pilot as she moves them to her work station then sighs. Doctor Sterling Wilkenson had shown his true colors from an English gentleman to a cold hearted bastard of an employer he scans the interior of the hangar’s shop with a stern look about him and arms crossed. Pearl Steward waited until Wilkinson was close enough to speak. “Why did you have to go and say something so bloody rotten?” She says loudly. “Just because you’re a blooming Doctor it doesn’t give you the right to run someone else’s life,

you know.”

“You listen here, Miss Steward. If any of you don’t like this job and the way I am handling it.” Sticking his hands in his lab coat with an uncaring look about him. “You can all bloody well leave this project, I am sure there are others who can do what you’re doing and be willing to accommodate our goals. We are all professional here at least I would like to think so. Feelings like that have no place on this work place.” He then thrust the papers at, Steward and turns again in the direction of the exit. Paula looks back just as Steward walks next to her. “Don’t worry luv.” Pearl gently touches her arm. “You’ll get another chance at the right man. This project, for now, is temporarily interfering with out lives.” “It was nothing to it, Pearl. We were just friends.” Winslow removes a strand of hair from in front of her eyes, as she lifts her head. Steward notice tears starting to form. “He was a decent person and gentleman, just a friend.” “Sure, luv. Like you said, just a friend.” Steward didn’t believe one single word Winslow had said and Paula’s reactions showed clearly she thought more of Fernardez than she said. Later that same day with the Zodiac moved to a more secured hangar and the women reading themselves to leave for the hotel, Pat Pasco the crew’s communications technician, lacks back to finish up some odd jobs. She hears the sound of the hangar doors of the room across from the Zodiac’s docking area opening. Wilkinson along with several men enter, not noticing the woman standing concealed by several large crates watching them. The men make their way toward Sterling’s seemingly secret hangar space with chipboards in hand and what seem to be rolled up blueprints. Wilkinson turns to one of the men. “This has to be finalized within three weeks. I don’t want any foul ups.” One man unravels one of the rolled prints then lean forward. “There are a few more improvements that need attention, Doctor Wilkinson. I think you will find that after that this baby will sur anything flying.”

“Are the designs similar to the Zodiac?” “Yes sir. In fact, I would say Professor Orlandis’s designs are included.” The man replies. “Some of the circuitry is hard to duplicate, but with a little more time I think it can be accomplice. Professor Orlandis much have had professional help in that field.” “I am counting on all of you to finish this. Time is of the essence.” “Doctor Wilkenson. I am sure this can be done. Within a few days I think we can work this out.” Sterling is soon escorted to the center of the room with his technician trailing. “Like I said. Give us a few days this baby will be flight ready.” The man reaches the entrance then presses the next to the door. Pasco crouches down to avoid detection then slowly makes her way around the crates and along the hangar walls. At first there were no signs of what the men were talking about with the door being half cracked it allows Pasco to peering partially inside. She notices one man drawing the black tarp in front of the doorway, making it hard for anyone to glance inside but that was to the advantage of the young Canadian woman. Not only did it stop anyone from looking in, it hindered them from looking out. She continues moving forward stopping along the side of the door to look in with the tarp blocking only part of the inside.

Patricia Pasco bobs her head around the frame of the door for a better look. The hangar seem empty at first the center of it was void of anything she would consider secret… that thought would change. One of the technicians walks to the far corner, then reaches for a and pulls a switch and she hears what seems to be hydraulic parts moving. The center of the hangar floor starts to slide back slowly and that’s when the Canadian noticed the fins of some sort of aircraft riward. She turns to the main entrance making sure no one would see her looking in and then turns again to, Wilkinson’s secret work space. It wasn’t clear what she saw exactly until several minutes later. Standing in the center of the hangar was something out of a Blade Runner movie a deep black colored aircraft like nothing she had seen before other than the Zodiac itself. If

she could have, Pasco would have moved the door a bit more to get a better look. Wilkinson. “Ah, here she is. A piece of the future whose time has come. How much more is there to be done on its defense systems?” “A check of the missile section and a little more on the heat sensors. I would say she’ll be ready for some action, sir.” “Hover power?” “Yes, sir. As I said. She will do almost if not more than Orlandis jet.” The technician slowly works his way along the main frame of the craft, then bend down with chipboard held firmly in hand to examine the under side. “This baby has camera control projectiles, as well as heat sensitive missiles. If she can’t out run its target, it can surely send these missiles out to blast it from the sky.” Wilkinson. “I have the perfect name for it.” “What’s that, sir?” “It’s mythological and on the same lines as, the Zodiac. I would rather wait to announce it in front of a more appreciative audience, when the time comes. Make no doubt about it. This air craft will soon become essential as well as make history in more important ways than one.” Pasco could see the technician working his way back to the . He stands poised with his finger on the switch as Sterling closes the meeting. “Do what has to be done have it ready within the deadline. Orlandis had her fifteen minutes of fame and soon it will be my time. If her jet fails to meet its supposed task with the world the way it is, this baby will correct any and all problems remaining.” Once again, the floor starts to work its way downward having all four men standing along the side watching. The sound of footsteps approaching from inside reaches Pasco’s ears Wilkinson and the others were finished for the time beings she scampers quickly back to the large crates crouching down behind them she conceals herself not a moment too soon. “What about the women, Doctor Wilkenson?” The technician asks, standing with his back against the hangar doors. “Don’t you think it would be best we wait until they’re gone, before testing it on the runway?”

“By all means. This is none of their business. The less they know the better for us in the way of better security measures. I don’t want to announce this aircraft’s presents until it is necessary.”

Sterling and the others were clear from the main hangar’s doors, before he turns to speak. “I don’t want this to end up like the Zodiac we people knowing this jet exist and bring attention to the complex. That’s exactly what caused Orlandis death too much attention and pride in her work along with her eagerness to prove her work was ready. From what happened here days ago, this complex is already under surveillance by unknown sources.” With Wilkinson and the others gone and the door not fully secured Pasco slowly creeps in its direction hoping to at least get some glimpse of the secret aircraft. She finds her attempts halted by the sound of one of the security officers approaching then quickly scurries to one of the shop tables. “Hey, there.” She turns nervously to the sound of the guard’s voice. “What are you still doing here? You and the others are suppose to be leaving for the hotel, aren’t you? The escort service will be here shortly.” “I had a few more things to make sure of. But yes you’re right and I will be soon out of here, just after clearing things up a bit.” “I would think you would wanted to get some rest. You have a lot of traveling to do.” The guard cuts his eyes on the other end of the hangar toward the door of Sterling’s mysterious air craft. “I just saw Doctor Sterling leaving here and thought I would make one last check of this place.” He smiles. “Well, like I said. Your escort service will be here shortly you don’t want to miss it.” “Yes, you’re right. It seems everything is done and under control.” Pasco turns looking the shop over wiping her hands on her work pants. “Guess I can leave now since it doesn’t look all that bad.” Breezing the guard. The guard wanders about looking the place over casually with his eyes scanning the hangar up and down but he was still curious as to what Pasco might have doing that would have her stay back. For a moment the young man pauses with his head facing downward on the seemingly untarnished work area then scats his head there were no signs of oil used nor mechanical parts seated on the work

table that had been worked on leaving him nothing more then to make his final checks of the hangar. Pasco reaches the door leading to a breeze way then stops to turn back to see the young man standing motionlessly in the center of the room her eyes and his soon meet she smiles nervously. “You want me to walk you out or to your car?” He asks. “No. That’s okay I am fine. I should be okay since it is just a few parking spaces away.” It wasn’t long before she and the others were driven off in one of the company’s long dark blue vans, heading for the luxurious hotel, where they would spend the rest of the day and half. Pacso never mention her suspicions to her fellow for fear somehow it would get back. Later that seem day in John’s hotel, he and Ellis meet again with Edward ready to make plans for their next visit. John’s attentions seemed shorter than even his quiet attitude was clearly noticed by his British friend as Ellis speaks about his plans. Finally, John’s thoughts come out as Ellis seats himself next to the window then continues talking. He reaches for a cigarette then offers the Latin agent one. “There’s no need in planning anything, Edward. This is it.”

“What the hell are you talk’in about, Jimmy? This assignment isn’t over.” Handing John the unlit cigarette. “We got to find out whose behind Orlandis’s death. Not to mention the bloke who set you and your partner up. What about those bloke’s, Carver and Clardaire you want so badly to find?” Fernardez. “I still intent to find them.” Slowly seating himself on the bed. “Wilkinson canned me today. He said our work there is done as far as the Zodiac is concern.” “What bought that on?” “Something stupid.” Fernardez takes a deep puff of his cigarette then lowering his head soon tilting it up toward Edward again. “I was late bringing Winslow back from a pleasant luncheon, he must have had a feather in his ass at the time.”

“How will we keep tracks on the jet if we can no longer gain access to the company’s grounds? You know that’s one of the objectives your Chief wanted you to do, indirectly of course.” “I really think there was something more to it than bringing Winslow back late, I just can’t place my finger on it. He was pissed when he walked into the hangar bay, about what is the question.” Ellis. “With twelve good look’in chicks working for him, he must not be get’in any at home. Come to think of it, Sterling’s old lady must have given him the finger and walked off.” “Wilkinson was never married, Edward. That I got through your British Intelligence.” “That’s it, then. All work and no play makes Jack a horny bastard.” Ellis’s quote was made with a serious face. “What do you think is in that other hangar section? The outside of it was large enough to accommodate two jets much like the Zodiac. From what we could see the other section of the hangar could have contained another aircraft, Sterling definitely doesn’t want anyone in there.” John reaches for the TV remote switching from one channel to another before turning it off again. He knew he and Ellis wanted no parts of the weather nor politics, they were the men who had the inside scoop on what was really going on in the world. Edward was still seated at the window Fernardez strolls to the small freezer then removes a half filled bottle of whiskey and pours himself a drink. “You want some Ed?” He asks after gulping down less than half of his drink. “No, mate. You know me and drinking don’t see eye-to-eye I stopped all that. I’m a changed man now I don’t even touch a beer, if anything at all.” “Just this one time wouldn’t hurt. Shit, this requires a drink or two.” John not wanting to make his friend feel uncomfortable turns away before finishing his drink. “Oh, shit. I didn’t really need this stuff either.” “So, look Jimmy. The women are due to leave tomorrow that ruins my plans with Mattie. What say I try to smooth things over with the ol’geaser so we can make ago of it with the women, before they leave.”

“Edward, it’s over. This business with the Zodiac is done. All that is on your mind is sex that is not going to cut it.”

“I’ll tell you this much, James. I was sent to help you on this so if you turn me down you risk the chance of completing you mission as well as discredited for giving it up.” Ellis wheels about in his chair facing Fernardez then jets his finger in his direction. “You best think about it cause after this assignment I may quit this spying business since my retirement is coming up soon” “Retirement? What are you talking about retirement? You’re four years older than me not ever close to retiring with at least fifteen more years to go.” “Look, Yank. You and I have worked together many years fought many battles loved more than our share of women and did our share of drinking afterward. There’s no use in going on with this type of life with no end in sight and more bullshit yet to come. The world will always have someone plotting against other countries for one reason or another, with us trying to correct the problem.” “All I’m saying is that I am giving this mission up not giving up my career altogether.” “You give this mission up you might as well give everything up. We’re getting older, mate with all the banging up we take for our country it could be possible we lose our rod and reels to some ruthless tormentor.” Ellis gives a Michael Jackson tug to his crouch. “I rather use it before losing I lose it, least before I get older.” “You don’t mean that, Ed. You’ve been saying that for several years about giving this type of career up to retire. You’ll miss this stuff.” Edward slowly stands to his feet. “No, Jimmy me boy. After I help you this, this will be the last you and I work together maybe see each other again. Unless you happen to be on some small Caribbean Island or here visiting in England. It’s been nice but it runs a little thin after a while.” Edward makes several more steps toward the door, then turns back with his hand on the knob. “Yeah, mate. this is going to be it for me in her Majesty’s Secret Service. Think about whether you really want to give up this mission or not

before I turn my paperwork in. No more waiting for someone to call with orders and no more late candle light meeting with someone I barely know.” John stands with a regretful look on his face thinking now he shouldn’t have mentioned the idea of discontinuing completing his department’s objectives. “One more thing.” Ellis says softly with his head facing downward his hands tucked in his pants pockets.” No more watching my back in some foreign country with thoughts there could be someone planning to kill me. I want to travel the world doing it as a tourist.” “You can’t be serious. What would the Brigadier General say about you leaving?” “James.” Ellis opens the door slightly. “The general is married and getting all the attention he needs at home, after work. One day, if you’re still breathing, you’ll meet a young woman who will have you see things my way.” “Ellis, wait a minute.” It was too late, Agent Edward Ellis had slowly closed the door behind him making his way to the elevator with John still standing next to the door taking in a deep breathe. He heard Edward say he would quite over a dozen times this seemed to be the final straw. The elevator was heard approaching soon its bell sounding out its arrival and voices of those who were once on it echoing in the halls.

Fernardez whispers to himself. “Why the hell did I go and say something like that?” Gulping what remained of the drink down, John turns to the window and glances outward. As far as Fernardez was concerned part of his mission was done he had stopped an International incident and ensured the flight date of the Zodiac along with its crew in his opinion he could do no more than that, at this point. The following day finds Agent Fernardez on his way to the Airport. He pulls into the parking lot of the rental office then begins unloading his belonging before returning the keys to his rental car. There was a young man coming out of the building making his way towards him with a smile. “Did you enjoy your stay, Mr. Barn?” “Well.” Lifting the last bag from the rear seat of the BMW. “Let’s just say it

wasn’t long enough, but yes. I thank you for asking.” Tossing the keys to the young man who catches them then tosses the keys in the air before placing them in his pocket. “Would you like me to take your bags?” John retrieves his attaché case from the rear seat turning later to look on the city with a sigh. “No, that’s okay. As you can see I have only a few things I can make it from here.” He smiles slinging his camera case on his shoulder before lifting the brown leather attaché case. John walks undaunted through terminal with a crowd of people buzzing around him in the lobby soon he seats himself after receiving his flight tickets then waits for his flight to be announced. A million things swirl through his head one was why Doctor Wilkinson kept the other section of the hangar so secret the other was why he suddenly became upset over something so minor. Something was not right about Sterling’s actions something John couldn’t place his finger on it bothered him greatly. As time es he decides to wait for at least three minutes after his flight is called, before slowly making his way to the boarding gate. He was hoping Ellis would at least see him off before he left, that didn’t seem to be the case. A simple good-bye would have done all the good in the world between friends. One thing he was proud of was the fact Edward had stopped drinking that was the cause of Ellis losing his family after twenty years, along with the constant traveling. Edward would talk about it only when he was drunk or mad about something. John was almost to the gate he turns for the last time what he didn’t see was his friend standing in the lobby glancing out of the window with the face of a lonely man. Ellis watches Fernardez as heads for the plane stopping long enough to lite a cigarette. “This one is for you, ol’boy.” Edward softly utters. “Good luck, Yank. I hope you know what you are doing.” Slowly turning from the window the British Agent then walks off through the crowded lobby. Early the next day 5:34 a.m., the crew of the Zodiac make their way to the hangar dressed in their light blue flight suits with yellow stripping down the sleeves and pants legs matching light blue baseball caps gracing their heads. Doctor Wilkinson walks out to give them their scheduled flight plans and setdown points. Jean Roberts was the pilot for the first leg of the flight followed by, Pearl Steward the copilot Ava Monet the Navigator and Communications

Technician, Chin Wang strolling not far behind. Steward met Sterling with her hand extended outward. “Where is our first setdown point?” She asks emotionlessly.

CHAPTER FIVE

MORE THAN A HORROR SCOPE

“It’s all charted out for you. as long as you keep within these flight plans you will be on schedule.” Sterling remarks handing Steward the flight plans then turning to four of his men ordering them to open the hangar bay doors. Winslow. “Have you heard anymore from, Mr. Cortrell?” Wilkenson turns back to face her with his arms folded appearing as a man who really didn’t care one way or another about John’s whereabouts. “You have something to do, Miss Winslow and I would remind you it is your job to keep that in mind. You will rendezvous with all twelve sites without failure and within a timely fashion. The world is looking on this project through a microscope, a few big one.” The Englishman turns again in the direction of the hangar doors slowly rising with four guards standing by. “The only thing that matters is this project, romantic affairs come later.” Without speaking a word Paula s the others boarding the jet the ladder is removed a the small golf-cart size vehicle attaches a come-along hitch to the front of the space age jet. Slowly the Zodiac emerges from the hangar aircraft shines brilliantly under the ray sun like a freshly polished car it wasn’t long before the Zodiac stands along on a landing pad its engines start to rave with an ear piecing scream. The cart detaches itself then moves off before the craft taxis its way along the field then releases blue flames from the two huge rear engines positioned on either side near the tips of its wings Those standing in the complex and along the grounds watch as the jet works its way down the runway. Steward looks to her the crew seated beside her. “Okay, girls. This is it… strap yourselves in and let’s show them what she can do. Let’s make this takeoff one hell of a glorious departure.” She pulls the throttles fully back slowly

the super jet gives out with a high pitch roar as it gains speed moments later it ascends leaving a vapor trailing behind it giving a mirage effect caused by its rear thrushers. Quickly fades into the clouds its high pitch roar the only thing announcing its departure the Zodiac soon reaches the speed of 265 mph having nothing in its path. “Well, Doctor Wilkenson. This is the last we’ll see of the crew until their scheduled return.” “They have to touch down in first then weeks later, according to the flight plans.” Sterling turns to face his technician. “I would say by the time they arrive here again.” He smirks. “My project should be completed. In between their landing points they will test their equipment having it stored in the onboard computer for reviewing.” “What about their fuel, sir?” “They will have enough to keep them airborne and out of any country’s radar for at least one full week before arriving in Franc. Come, we much attend to other matter such as my own project.”

Later that seem night the Zodiac’s silhouetted form crosses in front of a full moon Roberts and Monet turn their attentions on the control s making sure every button and every computerized gauge was in operating conditions. With the speed they were traveling they would gain altitude that would bring them out of range of more conventional aircraft five hours into the flight heading in the direction of the French border. Roberts. “So far so good. Mr. Cortrell was surely right about one thing. If he hadn’t discovered those cracks near the hatch section, we all would be sleeping now or dead. We should make this flight in less than three hours’ tops. Chin. How is the communications equipment?” “Perfect so far.” Turning her chair to face both women. “At this speed and attitude we can still be able to radio the complex in England, clearly.” Roberts waits a few moments before turning to Ava Monet. “I take it we’re still on course.”

Her Italian accent cuts the silence of the cockpit. “Still on course. We should make our rendezvous in within one week after testing at the speed we are going.” “Okay, give me some info on what we have now.” Steward looks down on the again, before answering Jean’s request. “Present speed is 265 mph and slowly increasing. We are approaching 183,000 feet with cabin pressure holding steady.” “Then we’re in good shape.When we hit the speed of 360 mph I need to hold it there and put on your flight helmets. This is going to be a hell of a trip against the G forces.” Winslow soon enters the cockpit she had been standing just outside long enough to hear Roberts state they would make as their first stop. “According to the flight plans, Jean. We are to rendezvous in not as our first stop. What would have you change things in mid stream?” “Refueling purposes as well as testing our equipment, if you don’t mind.” Winslow. “What about the security that is waiting for us there?” Roberts gazes on Wang and Monet briefly. “Well. You know we must stick to what was scheduled.” “Listen and I know you’re our lead pilot on this but a small change of planning is not going to hurt us. Hell, this jet can be in and out of the country without a hatch. Once we reach and do what is required we can easily return to in no time flat.” “I hope you know what you are doing, Jean.” Paula stood for a moment pondering her second in commends decision before leaving the cockpit again.

Paris a man waits near a phone booth with the French Police in the background investigating a crime scene the murder of a woman discovered in a nearby building. The man is CIA Operative Arron Carver who had just killed a French woman working for Interpol. Carver who was once thought dead in the hands of Georgio Clardaire waits for a call from his on his next

assignment one the CIA was not aware of. The phone rings twice Carver waits until he hears it ring a third time before lifting the receiver. “Yeah. What took you so long?” He looks back on the four Police Officers huddled in front of the abandon building where the woman’s body was discovered. “I have been waiting here for over twenty minutes for you to me.”

Carver was not the only one gazing on the four officers in the window across from him unnoticed in the shadows a man holds small binoculars to his face in one hand the telephone in the other. “I see you did what was instructed of you, Carver. That’s very good.” Carver turns several times looking up then across the street trying his best to find his caller. “Where are you and what do you want me to do, now?” “Never mind where I am. As for what you are to do next, is very simple.” “It maybe if you tell me what it is. You want me to do something then let’s work fully as partner with a little trust between us. I don’t like mysterious appointments nor people creeping around me.” “I think I have shown some sort of trust after informing you of the female Agent sent to find you. She has been tailing you over several weeks reporting to her department for some reason I would imagine the murder of, Professor Orlandis. Arron noticed the officers roping off the area as well as questioning people nearby who could have been possible witnesses. “You coned me into doing some pretty underhanded shit now the CIA is on my ass. Kidnapping Agent Westmore and setting up, Agent Barn failed. Sure, Westmore is terminated but Barn escaped, thanks to your brilliant planning. You had better start talking and stating what this is about or.” “Or what? You’ll turn me in. I doubt that very much.” The person on the other end of the line replies that person was, Georgio Clardaire the ruthless CIA Traitor turned rogue. Clardaire removes the field glasses from his eyes setting them aside on the

window ledge. He leans his back against the window frame his attention for the moment turning to the interior of his dark surroundings. “I protected you from the French authorities and aided you out of the US. As far as trust is concern I would say that is enough to show we are working as a team.” “Bullshit. That only shows you set me up for something bigger. Now, start talking or I am out of here for good.” Carver says cradling on his shoulders and watching the officers make their way inside the dwelling. “Listen, Arron. Do not try to bogard me. What is about to happen is much bigger than you and I can ever imagine the money you will receive is most generous plus you will be well protected, killing Professor Orlandis was just the beginning of things.” Georgio lights a cigarette then moves closer to the window ledge again with one hand holding the phone the other place firmly against the side of the window ledge. “I got a call from one of my s it seems Orlandis jet has started its voyage. She was unable to do what Briggs supposed to accomplished in the commotion a copy of the flight schedule was retrieved.” “So. If this is about sabotaging the jet and it’s gone, what good is a Goddamn flight schedule? It could be anywhere by now. If that is the case we’re both screwed.” “Obviously, you have no sense of importance in this matter for someone who once worked for the CIA.” “Just get to the point. I am not so blind to notice this is a matter of hijacking or destroying a jet that may turn a few pages in history not to mention your vendetta with, James Barn. Setting him up as a scapegoat to ruin him from following you.” “Well, you do notice some things, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I notice you and this person we’re dealing with is holding information from me. Like I said, let’s stop bullshiting and get to the point of this matter.” Carver turns again in the direction where the French police were standing. They were removing the woman’s body from the building carting off to an awaiting Coroner’s van with spectators still standing about.

Clardaire. “I will make this short and to the point as you say. Your next destination is Holme that is the next leg of the jet’s flight from what I receive the crew made sudden changes for some reason. The Zodiac will be there in two weeks. This brings us to why Doctor Wilkenson’s plans were taken instead of his blue prints. Our benefactor needs to have that jet in their possession or you and I will find ourselves continuously hunted down.” “I take it this benefactor you mentioned is willing to prevent our safety once this hijacking is completed.” “Now, you see the importance what has been done?” Georgio shifts his attentions again on his empty surroundings. “This is a great deal of money in it for us, like I stated. At this point neither you nor I can returns to the US without facing some sort of consequences for our actions.” “Okay. So there is a method to your madness.” “My benefactor has stated there will be other personnel standing by ready to action on moments notice, once they have gain access to the complex in .” Carver. “Then what?” “For now that is nothing you should concern yourself about at this point. The person heading this operation wants to see both of us in to assist in the success of the hijacking.” Clardaire positions himself to the other side of the window he saw the truck with the dead agent’s body moving off leaving two officers standing at the door of the abandon building. Minutes later they seemingly wander in Arron’s direction it was then Clardaire makes his comments short cautioning, Arron Carver to take notice of the two officers. “Listen and listen well. There is a flight leaving for tomorrow morning, at 0900 hours. I expect you to be on it.” “Who is my at the Air port, Clardaire?”. “That is all taken care of. You will be notified then briefed once you arrive, just be on that flight.” Clardaire quickly hangs up leaving Carver just enough time to leave the booth. Arron crosses the street seemingly nervous in his movements with his hands in his coat pockets. “Excuse me.” One officer calls out. “I would

like you a few questions, if you would not mind.” Carver stops short of gathering his composure he and the policeman meet on the other side of the busy street. “I would like to know how long were you standing in the phone booth and if you saw anyone entering that building over there.” “I would say somewhere within twenty-five to thirty minutes. Is there some reason for this questioning officer?” “Yes, sir. This is just an inquiry about on a woman who has just been murder.” The man turns briefly toward the building. “We were wondering if you might have seen anyone coming in or out of that building, within the few minutes you have been standing there.”

“Sorry. Can’t say I have. I am sorry to hear about the woman’s death.” “American, yes?” “Yes. I was waiting for a call. Again, I am sorry to hear about the woman’s death and I wish I could help in some way.” Carver turns slowly about scanning the other buildings around him. “I must really be going now if you’re finished with your investigation.” Clardaire continues looking on the agent moving quickly out of the sight of the French officers then turns from the window shaking his head. “There’s no telling how he managed to make it in his agency.” Clardaire grunts after making the remark. If it was not for Clardaire’s intervention, Arron Carver would have been caught some time ago his networking with his s prevented that seemingly unpredictable advantage. As far as he and Arron Carver were concern each one would just assume kill one another if given the chance if was their hatred for the man they knew as, James Barn that prevented that from happening.

NSA HEADQUARTERS FORT MEADE MARYLAND, WEEKS LATER. John stands poised behind his office desk going over old work paper he did for the

Department of Military Intelligence. His partner Tim Ward had just come back from an assignment in the Mideast wary from his mission. He looked like John felt tired and beat as he walks to his desk almost next to Fernardez was seated. John glancing on the large map hanging on the wall as Tim es it. “How was your trip?” Ward shakes his head then flops down in the chair. Leaning over the desk he picks up several papers then shuffles them. “You know. We always say crime doesn’t pay but someone is making a lot of money doing it. How was your trip to England?” “Almost like heaven. You should have seen those female crew and that super jet of theirs. There were twelve women from different countries think of it. Twelve shapely women manning some out-of-this-world air craft and I do mean, sharply.” John stands gazing upward smiling. “I would have to say almost heavenly.” “So, you just focused on the crew?” “Sure. I mean they were one of the reasons for me being there. Of cause they were all about business, beautiful and professional to bother with me.” Ward. “No hanky panky, right?” “Well, no.” John stops long enough to look down into Ward’s eyes. “Just some good moments. Basically lunch and sight seeing.” “That’s not like you, James. I say something is wrong somewhere or are you feel’in all right?” “Sure.” John laughs then stops with a more serious look on his face. Ward knew something else was eating at his partner he knew Fernardez too well to think he wouldn’t have had some type of romantic encounter. Besides, Tim was part of NSA’s communications Division finding out information was part of his duties as well as his skills. Not only that the Afro-American worked with his Latin counterpart for many years to become closer to him than a brother knowing his likes and dislikes as well as his dealings with women.

Ward all ready known John had been called back to the States for some odd reason either he had screwed up again or his mission was completed. “James. I know you want to find, Arron Carver. I believe this assignment the Chief placed you on could have been a cover-up allowing you to search for him and not cover the Zodiac’s safe guard. Look, Bro. Agent Westmore was a good agent in our agency.” Tim rises to his feet then walks over to the coffee maker stopping to pour himself a cup of coffee. “I think you’re taking this a little too personal.” “I am and perhaps not personal enough. Carver put me through some shit. I’ve been on two missions with him both ending with agents getting killed and I think he’s responsible in some way. I want him to pay for that shit one way or another. I know he was in the US when Professor Orlandis was murdered her murder in my opinion was him.” “The way I see it, James. If you want to know the truth they might as well be considered dead, at least Carver. There has been no confirmation of him returning to the US nor his death. He’s dead, Bro.” “Not dead enough.” John strolls over to Tim at the coffee maker. “If I ever get any word of either of them being alive somewhere I want the Chief to place me there.” “Now, look Bro. I heard you came back without a hatch the jet is gone its crew along with it safe and sound, just what the Chief wanted. Don’t going doing something that’s gonna get you killed. We fought bigger foes sort to speak and had more important missions. I don’t want to lose a good friend and partner over some stupid revengeful actions. You heard me say this a dozen times.” Both men stand facing each other with John stirring his coffee. He tosses the wooden stir in the trash then leans his buttock again the counter’s edge. “That’s how it felt when Westmore was working the mission with me, James. You and Agent Westmore were no more than fellow agents on a simple assignment with no personal feelings intended on his part.” Fernardez. “Somehow, that wasn’t the case was it Tim?” Walking out leaving Ward standing with a coffee cup in his hand. Tim Ward was right both he and Fernardez fought bigger and dangerous foes and did bigger missions returning it in one piece with minor injuries. He knew sometimes it was the small things that usual got agents killed… revenge was one

of them. He didn’t want to see it happen to him or his partner who sometimes seemed reckless with his own life. Standing worried over Fernardez’s actions of giving his mission up in midstream as well as noticing his present behavior, Agent Timothy Ward continues watching his partner departing the room into the corridor leading to his office space. Meanwhile, in the Aerospace complex in England, Professor Sterling Wilkinson makes a call to another Aerotech base in alerting them of the Zodiac next landing point. A voice answers on the third ring with a very heavy German accent. “This is the Aerotech Corporation Holmes , Professor Hosberg speaking.” “Hosberg. This is, Professor Wilkinson.” Sterling glances on his hangar from his office window with the phone cradled between his shoulder and his ear. “Ahhh, Doctor Wilkinson. I have been waiting to hear from you. How are things going with our super jet? We are looking forward to having is dock here.”

“Just fine. It is airborne and should be heading your way soon. I was just calling to ask if there is anything you require, before they arrive.” “No. We have all that we need for the moment, Doctor Wilkinson.” Hosberg looks around his office then out the window on the few planes on setting the grounds with security personnel walking about. “We have more than enough security personnel plus new Technicians.” “New personnel… who hired them?”. “I thought you did. Perhaps, the main office hired did without our knowledge. It is all ways good to have more than enough personnel safeguarding our investment.” Sterling. “We should get confirmation on that, if that is the case. The head office sometimes have their heads up their asses and inform us of any changes a bit late.” “I would think that they would let us know something before hand since this is very important. So far, Doctor everything is going well.” Hosberg works his way

behind his desk flipping the pages of his rolodex. Hosberg’s hangar was much like the others Aerotech designed hangars with the help of the company’s International board or Trustee it had other unique features unknown to even the main branch like underground storage sections in the hangar and secret age ways design for emergency shelters as well as storage areas. Hosberg once worked with the anti-terrorist group so he was quite knowledgeable about possible weak spots in his building. His complex was well lit and several miles from the nearest air base but there was no problem with the German Military responding in case of trouble. The few windows the complex had were dark giving little change for prying eyes to look inside. He turns to one of the walls in his office then gazes on a painting while holding his conversion with the Englishman. “We should see how the Zodiac works out when it lands here. I have a thousand questions of its crew.” Wilkinson. “It should be there as I said in a few days, if all goes well. For right now there is little more to say. When they arrive let me know something.” After Wilkinson hangs up he walks out into the hallway then is approached by one of his technicians. As the young man draws closer with papers in his hand he opens them then begins to speaking. “I think we got all the bugs out of it, things should be picking up soon.” “That’s fine, lad.” Wilkinson turns briefly facing the technician “I don’t want anymore delays in this project. Tell me what else is needed?” “The electronic systems might need a bit more looking after along with the guidance systems. Other than that, it’s fine.” “When will it be completed… roughly?” “It’s hard to say right now, Doctor wilkinson. Two weeks… give or take a few days.” Sterling stops in mid stride. “Take a few days off of that. I want this project completed in short time. I want to meet that bloody deadline I mentioned. Go the others work a bit harder in seeing to it that is done.” He watched as the technician scurries down the hall in the direction of the hangar. “What the hell

will this all lead to?” Sterling utters softly. “Orlandis will not be the only one making history. if I can just get these nimble sills to do something constructive England will have me continue other such projects.”

Four hours away from ’s air space at 172,000 feet the female crew of the super jet change shifts. The four well-rested women take over while the others tend to other less important matters. Pilot Jean Roberts had again checked her objectives to stick to the course intended only because she had been overruled in her decision. Checking the instrument s and special devices the women settle down to listen to the various countries broadcasting over the airway. It was only because of their clearance it was possible and allowed with all it could do he Zodiac was certainly an aircraft to be feared and rightfully so. The equipment that was programed into it was unimaginably advanced. High tech camera able to pinpoint structures without being detected, flaring devices to help elude guided missiles from fighter jets an eavesdropping system able to monitor oncoming jet that maybe considered a threat along with a recording system able to store data being transmitted from attacking fighter planes or land transmissions below. The Zodiac was never mention to be an aircraft used for war purposes merely a means of monitoring the countries involved in the project ensuring their peaceful intentions. Paula Winslow stated it perfectly when she stated in the wrong hands it could be the perfect war machine. If any country had wrongful intentions of gaining access to the craft it would have advantages over any other countries and their defenses to duplicate the Zodiac would mean a squadron of killing machines. Having twelve women from the various powerful countries meant more protection for the crew the jet and those Nations involved that was, Professor Stella Orlandis theory. In a hotel lobby in Hamburg a woman sets waiting for someone to arrive her name Anita Winters a blonde shapely figured German woman wearing business attire. Moving to one of the tables in the corner she leans back crossing her legs while viewing the other guests. It wasn’t long before Georgio Clardaire strolls in his eyes searching the lobby to soon stops as he noticed the woman seated in the corner. “Do you have what you promised?” She asks. He settles in the chair next to her. “Yes. I need to know if all of our friends are inside.” He removes what look to be

blue prints of one of the Aerotech Complexes then hands it to her. “This is the complexes in a mutual friend of ours was able to make copies of the interior structure. If not for our connections in England this part of the plan would not have come this far.” Anita. “This is good.” Cutting her eyes on the lobby’s service desk to see more guests arriving. “Yes. Most of the men are within the complex as we speak my employer would like to meet with you, as soon as possible. For now things are a bit difficult in the way of a formal meeting. Give it a few days I think some arrangements can be made.” Anita Winters hands GeorgioClardaire an envelope he smiles then takes it feeling the weight of the container to know there was money inside judging from the feel of the envelope it was a great deal of currency. “I would not disappoint our employer in any way since there is a show of generosity being given. In fact.” He adds. “I have someone in route as we speak to help in our task he and I will meet later, once things are in order.” Winters. “Then I will see you there. Let us say four days from now.” The two slowly stand then shake hands. “I am looking forward in working with you. In the past you have given us more than enough help in making it to this point.”

Clardaire watches the woman switch her way from the hotel out into the street and continues with lust filled eyes before making his way to his hotel room. Georgio takes time to count the money that was handed to him making sure he was not cheated for the work he put into his benefactor’s planning. Later that night, Doctor Hosberg along with three others sit in the large dark monitoring room of his facility with cameras and radio equipment buzzing around them. He spend most of the night monitoring transmissions received from the Zodiac it was, Helda Gershaw the dark haired dark eyed German Communications Technician who did most of the transmitting she did not give the location of their jet she did however relay to Hosberg what their saw on the Zodiac’s monitors. She and Hosberg’s conversion was in German that conversion when on for several hours mostly about food and entertainment couple finally close the air

way with Hosberg biding good night to the crew. “I think we should turn in now.” He suggests. “Things seem to be going well with the crew they should arrive here shortly.” Patting one of men on the shoulder. “See you in the morning I want to meet with them once they arrive.” The hallways in the complex were partially silent occasional footstep and the muffled voices of two men working on the lower level were the only sounds breaking that silence. Hosberg casually moves along the corridor he reaches the balcony then peers over the side to notice two guards at the front desk one men glances up soon followed by the second who gives a slight wave before, Doctor Hosburg continues on his way. Rounding the corner leading to the elevator the Doctor noticed one of the custodians buffing the floors the machine hums softly as it moves from side to side he was within several feet of the men who then stops long enough to allow the German access. “You’re one of the new men here… are you not?” “Yes, sir.” The young man slowly moves the buffer aside then stands with both hands on the handle. “I was hired three days ago.” He say partially smiling while looking along the hallway then returning his focus on Hosberg. “This is a fine building much larger than I thought it would be.” “Yes. I would say it is. You know, I must keep in with the main branch so I will know who is working with me. I must be going now but before I do, I must say you are doing a fine job keeping his place in order.”. “You’re calling it a night, Doctor?” “Why, yes. It has been a long day there is still much to do tomorrow.” The sound of the elevator reaching the third floor causes the Doctor to turn in its direction he notices the doors opening then prepares to step inside when the two guards he had seen at the front desk strolling out. Hosberg was now between the guards and the custodian who was still standing behind the buffer this time with his hands placed in his baggy pants’ pockets seemingly clutching whatever it was in his pockets.

Hosberg speaks cheerfully biding the guards good night as they continue

approaching then with a startled look on his face he glances on one guard reach his hands to his holstered gun then removes it. “Doctor Hosberg. Please don’t do anything foolish that would make me use this.” “Are you mad?” He then turns to see the custodian holding a firearm as well. “What is the meaning of this? Has everyone here gone mad?” The custodian. “Isn’t it obvious? This is a take over of the complex the sad part of it is you will be a hostage.” Slipping a silencer on the barrel of his gun. It was not intentional that Hosberg would die but he turns suddenly darting the two guards he seals his fate before he could reach the elevator there were several thumping sounds softly ring out causing the Doctor to fall against the wall then slides to the floor clutching his chest. The blood slowly oozes between his fingers as he strikes the floor clearly showing the bullet holes in his lab coat. The custodian motions for the guards to remove the body from the hallway as they slide it along hallway they leave a blood stained trail that is quickly moped up by the young man. One of the guards removes his radio then calls the others involved secretly milling about the building. “This is Unit Two. We are now working our way into the main control center. It was not our intentions but Doctor Hosburg is dead. Is everything code green on your end?” He waits for a moment a voice on the other end soon replies. “This is Unit Five. We have cleared the other levels and removed any possible threats, everything here is code green with few targets remaining.” The other men were soon ed by a figure limping along the hallway dressed in work clothes having the embroiled name of a delivery company on the back his jumpsuit. It was Agent Arron Carver who orchestrated the infiltration of the building after weeks of surveillance and planning. He looks about the surroundings in his hand his held the plans to the building a copy of what was handed to the woman, Clardaire met in the hotel. Carver. “Ask the men if all the regular guards have been naturalized The man briefly gazes on the agent then lifts the radio mic to his lips again. “This is Unit Two. Are all of the regular security personnel neutralized?” He receives a yes, then face Carver. “That’s affirmative, sir. We are making plans to hold the facility staff hostage in one of the larger rooms in the basement.”

“Good. Let’s take care of those in the control room. Most of the other staff workers are gone for the night. When the other staff workers arrive, we can deal with them. The main thing is not to have anyone escape the grounds once we are operational.” Arron leads the two men to the room where Hosberg came from Carver stands for a moment with his hand poised in mid air, then knocks loudly on the door. “Who is it?” One of the controllers calls out. “This is security. We need to check with you for a moment. I need to see your monitoring cameras for a possible treser on the premises.” “Just a minute.”

Carver leans his ear against the door the sound of the man’s wooden heeled shoes as he works his way toward the door is heard clearly moments later the door slowly opens wide enough for the man to peer out on Carver and the others. His eyes glance on the two guards Carver moves to the side. “Yes. You said there could be a treser on the grounds? We have been watching the cameras and thus far we have seen no one lurking about.” “I didn’t say there was anything wrong, I said there could be.” One accomplish replies. “It’s our duty to check on the staff as well this time of night. You don’t mind if we just take a look around and check your monitor.” “No. You guys are doing you duty.” The controller widens the door then stands to the side allowing the men access then notices, Arron Carver. “Hey. This is a restricted area to outsiders what is doing here?” “Delivering a few parts for some of these computers you guys needed he does repair work as well. Don’t worry we checked him out thoroughly.” With his fellow controllers staring at him the young man motions the guards inside. “I guess it’s okay. Doctor Hosberg turned in for the night I don’t wish to wake him for something that might be a small matter. We really shouldn’t be allowing anyone in here, not even security.

“I understand. This is a very special area of the complex only those with special clearance are allowed. However, this is seen as an exception.” The second guard cuts his eyes on the wall lined with security cameras with two other Controllers seated in front of them. With both guards now standing behind their intended targets, Carver strolls casually about the room with his hand tucked in his jumpsuit. “You said Hosberg turned in for the night?” “Yes.” “I am his replacement. I would say it’s time you and your friends need a rest to.” Arron suddenly removes his weapon his two accomplices follow suite “Pleasant dreams’ gentlemen.” With their weapons point on the controllers at the monitors at point blank range both seated men are shot in the head leaving the third man frozen in he tracks looking on the horror before Agent Carver kills him. They made sure every shot counted avoiding damaging any of the equipment inside the room. “Make sure this mess it cleared up.” Arron snatches the chair from beneath one of the dead controllers allowing his body to fall freely to the floor. “Tell the others to place the bodies in the trucks outside dispose of them somewhere, where I don’t a shit.” “What about the other staff ? They’re going to miss Hosberg in the morning.” One guard remarks. “That’s not a problem. From what I was told someone coming in to replace him, someone who works for the company. For the time being I am his replacement until the other person arrives. The main thing is getting our hands on that jet.” Arron leans closer to one of the monitors then begins gazing on the other equipment that was in the room. “We want to give that jet a well-received welcome when it arrives.” “But I thought, Mr. Clardaire was going to…”

Arron pauses with his head downward, then turns to the bewildered guard. “Going to what? Is there a problem you want to speak to me about? Just for the record, Clardaire and me are working as a team just as you and the others should be doing. So, again. I am asking is there a problem?”

“No, sir. No problems at all.” “Then what are you still standing there for? Get rid of these bodies and prepare for the second phase of this operation.”

WASHINGTON DC, THE PENTAGON BUILDING, LATER AFTERNOON. The leaders of the Defense Department and Foreign Affairs, assemble in a huge conference room with General Blackman leading the conference he stands casually in front of a map holding pointer as he speaks to the gathering. “Gentlemen. The Zodiac is reported to be here over the coast of California. According to reports from Aerotech in England it is to circle the globe in its test flight while testing the equipment aboard. It will then head for one of its satellite base stations for refueling.” “Wasn’t it supposed to land in some hours ago?” Air Force Major Rosebloom asks. “Yes. The crew radioed England and inform them of a slight change of schedule. That refueling base I mentioned is in Salt Lake City’s Air Force base. If all goes well Holme will be their next destination.” Army General Wineberg settles back in his chair. “Do we have the okay for its landing there? As you know there’s no Aerotech complex there it may interfere with the Blackbird’s docking site.” “Not at all. In fact the heads of that base welcome the Zodiac and wish to become part of the project. I have spoken with the Majors and Generals there on this matter they are ready guard it, along with the other routine flights that arrive there.” Blackman turns to the map again using the pointer. “This is to be the next stop as I said, Holme . The complex there is well equipped and well secured with enough soldiers on a nearby base to respond to any emergencies, if needed. The Aerospace staff have taken pain staking efforts to make sure this super jet of theirs has main landing points as well as secondary sites. Navy iral Cross. “Who is heading the project there?”

“A man name Professor Sterling and Doctor Hosberg who is a long time of the Aerotech Corporation and well known for his activities in the field of air technology as is Sterling. Gentlemen, if this works as plan we will see a great difference in the way other allies deal with the threat of war. In fact, if none of the countries involve pull out of this project, there will be fewer threats of war.” iral Cross leans on the table with his hands cupped in front of him. “Tell me. How will we know if there is a possibility of the threat of war? I know this high tech aircraft is about trust and all. There is that chance something will and could go wrong.”

“The agreement between the countries involved in this project is that they will have access to the jet’s data along with having it dock in their airfields and if there is some sort of problem or disagreements, we are hoping they resolve it. If any one country attempts to hijack or destroy this jet it will cause the other eleven countries to retaliate. It will also show whom we can trust in our peace efforts.” Wineberg looks on the others before giving out with a sigh then leans back in his chair. He had a long day the meeting seemed longer than he wanted it to… that much even the others noticed. “Gentlemen. I think we’re making a mountain out of a mole hill here. So far the project is working just fine. I would say there are too many hands in the pot to worry about something going wrong at this point. Even so, we are prepared to act on such problems mentioned.” “My colleague is right.” Blackman approaches the table looking on the others. “Gentlemen, This is a long shot but if Doctor Orlandis’s dream machine works, it will bring a new dimension in world peace. After all. This is about trust between Nations with their financial backing involved. The only one’s who have yet come to the table is the Soviets I would doubt if they would start anything with one of their own aboard.” “I think that was Professor Orlandis’s idea, Gentlemen.” Blackman replies. “Even with all the aircraft can do as a non lethal plane the crew were carefully pick to prevent anything happening to it from major Nations. The main thing as of now is making sure what has been started continues going smoothly.”

The meeting ends with the gathering slowly leaving the conference room. iral Cross waits for General Blackman, who was still speaking to some remaining . His wait was a short Blackman soon makes his way to the entrance of the corridor with Cross leaning against the archway with his arms folded in front of him. Blackman. “You look as if you have some doubts about what was said.” Breezing the old salty seaman. “You know, Blackman. You have been talking about something I have never had to deal with in my twenty years at sea. This is a whole new chapter in my live dealing with aircraft that seems as if it came from Buck Rogers comic books.” “I have heard that about a zillion times.” Blackman places his hand on the iral’s should as they begin walking through the busy halls of the Pentagon. The iral was one of Blackman’s closest friends he knew when something was bothering him. “So, look. What is it you really want to talk about, iral?” “The fact we don’t know where all of these bases are for this project jet, that bothers me. It also bothers me there are so many countries are depending on this Zodiac thing’s success, failure is not an option.” “You sound like someone with less trust then the Russians. I know you’re not thinking of doing something that would jeopardize this project.”

“Not exactly. I would like to know where we stand on this trust issue.” Both men turn to take brief glance the corridors moments later, Cross’s head motions to the door. “I believe we should have someone covertly monitoring this thing even if the Germans do have top security it’s best to be safe than sorry… if you know what I mean.” Blackman. “I tell you what, Cross. I’ll see if I can get either, Price or Otterman to accommodate that thought. And yes, you’re right. This is something that shouldn’t be trusted to fate.” The General turns in the direction of the parking lot soon stopping again to speak. “I am sure they may have someone in the area to discreetly check on the plane.”

That same day John receives a call from his Chief, Frank Otterman. He was informed about of his chief’s recent with General Blackman arrangements were made for Fernardez to also to meet with the General the time and the place would be given at a later date. Hours later the agent receives a second call from his department Chief stating meeting was set for tomorrow night around at 8:30 p.m., in front of the White House. That night as instructed Fernardez stands with his hands in his pants pocket sporting a dark light weight jacket and gazes on the historic building. He was early something he made a habit of for professional reasons. Scanning a rendezvous site before meeting with s never failed to save his life as well as provided him with a way if there was trouble. Stepping from his dark blue Lexus General Blackman glances on the street then cautiously makes his approach with, Fernardez was now standing on Pennsylvania Avenue with a half smoked cigarette when the General spoke. “Mr. Barn. I am glad Frank accepted the arrangements for this meeting I apologize for all the secrecy. This could cost me my job if anyone knew about this along with what I am about to say.” “I understand.” John toss the cigarette to the ground. “I guess you know I gave up on any assignment more of less to remain out of trouble.” “No. I didn’t know that.” General Blackman leads him to the car as they settle inside he explains more about the meeting. “With us not knowing where all of the Aerotech installations are, I… .” The General pauses. “We have this funny feeling something could go badly.” “When you say we, you mean you and Otterman?” “No. The other people I am keeping silent about.” “I see you really weren’t informed of the mission I gave up so let me fill you in, General. This jet’s safety was my objective along with its crew they both left England in one piece, my assignment in my opinion was over.” “Let me ask you this, Barn. Did you discover who killed Professor Orlandis or if in fact this protect group had anything to do with it?” “They didn’t.”

“Are you sure of that?” “Look, General with all due respects to our friendship. This ABBA group has been freed of our probing I know who killed the woman and I want to find him for killing one of our own.” Fernardez stood silent for a moment saying only what he thought should be said. He was use to having either other agents or those in power trying their hand at retrieving information in casual conversion even if their were someone, he and Otterman worked closely with.

“So you gave up on this mission I need you back on it again. Yes the jet is gone and on its routine flight thus far things are going smoothly. However, it has been pointed out to me there could be trouble brewing somewhere along the way in keeping its destination secret.” General Blackman turns his gaze on the street briefly. “Let’s say we believe with the arrangements made with the other countries there maybe a breach of information that could jeopardize this project’s success.” “I thought trust was the main issue.” “It is, Mr. Barn. You and I both know how that goes. Besides, the Soviets are having very little to do with these arrangements or the others’ countries. Although they provide financial backing indirectly they refuse to commit themselves fully with its success.” “So what are you really asking of me or should I ask?” John could see it coming, Blackman and Otterman made some sort of agreement that required conducting a covert operation. Fernardez waits for a moment then removes another cigarette he extends his hand offering one to the General, who was not known to smoke. “No thanks, Barn. I know this doesn’t look good on my part being part of the council and all but in all my years in the military I know the other countries have people looking for those other Aerotech Facilities.” “You sound as if this meeting was your idea and not some mysterious third person’s.” John flicks his lighter holding it in front of him for a few seconds, before unitizing it. “What exactly do you and Otterman want me to do now? I made sure the thing was safe along with the crew finding it, if you pardon my express is going to be a bitch.”

“Find out where the jet’s next landing site is then keep surveillance on it. If my suspicions are correct there will be others doing the same thing.” “The Zodiac’s next stop is in , General. That has all ready been established. Besides, I was dropped from dealing with the it some time ago. As for others attempting to find it, that has also been done.” “Things have changed this is a different scenario. The staff aren’t aware of the incident in England and are prepared to deal with any further actions any terrorist organization is planning.” Fernardez shakes his head then let out with a slight chuckle. “This is not a laughing matter. The crew have made slight changes in their flight plan for some reason either because of fuel supply or security reasons. Just make sure the jet docks without incidents where ever it lands. A few days of surveillance and once it is secure and the job is done, you’re home free.” Fernardez takes a hale from his cigarette his hand moves to the button of the enger’s window to release the smoke then chuckles again, before facing the General. “When is this covert mission taking place? If the crew sees me, my cover is blown and the mission scrubbed. Trust me the crew and I have become very familiar.” “It hasn’t been arranged yet that part of it is still in the planning stage. You may not have to even be seen by the crew at all. Like I said. Surveillance is the main purpose, you can do it any way you like.” “You and the Chief had better hurry with your planning. The Zodiac is due to land some time soon, from what info I received late. After that there’s no telling where the next rendezvous point will be.”

“I tell you what.” Blackman placing his hands on the dash board then peers outward on the night sky. “Let’s set a possible date for next week. Once we heard from the Base letting us know the arrival time, you’ll have your plane ticket. I don’t expect you to go trotting about the globe on this just to that’s one of the main set down points. Do this favor as a friend, James.” As the two men come to an agreement Fernardez reaches for the door knob

giving Blackman one last glance, before stepping from the car. The thought of seeing the women again was something John didn’t mine there was just one hitch that he didn’t care much for that was perhaps spending time doing surveillance. Watching from a distance and not having with the crew would soil any ideas of Fernardez seeing, Paula Winslow up front and personal that would be more torture if anything else as far as he was concerned. Fernardez crosses the street to stand next to the silver colored Dodge Avenger he had lease since losing the first and watches Blackman drive off. “I see what Ellis meant about this job. No wonder I am still single, shit.” Fernardez mutters with traffic flowing him in the dead of night. The Zodiac spent less than a day in Salt Lake City’s Military Air Base and was now preparing to head for . It was not sticking to its schedule that worried those of England’s Aerotech complex, there was good reasons for the delay. There was not enough fuel provided by the previous base due to their own jets needs was not far from the Zodiac’s destination. Sometime during the wee morning hours with the sun not yet set in the sky the Zodiac arrives with an escort from the French Government. Like some space ship hovering over the runway the shining sleek jet sets down under well-guarded conditions. There would be a very brief rest stops lasting no more than a few hours at best, Paul Winslow and Jean Roberts are soon approached by one of the French Majors who warmly greets them. “I am proud to know our country is participating in this peace keeping venture.” The Frenchman remarks with his hand extending outward a broad smile gracing his lips. “From what I was informed you are not due here for several months.” Roberts. “Yes, we know. As we stated some hours ago we are less than a full tank so to speak. This baby isn’t some four cylinder sports car, you know.” The Major turns back on the jet iring its design and brilliance. “Please. Allow us to offer you and your crew something to take along the way as well as the fuel you need. I am sure you would like to rest up a bit before taking off, again.” Roberts. “Thank you, There’s not much we require of you This is the first time I have stepped foot in , is a beautiful country from what we saw on our way in.”

“We are proud of this country. It has been through rough times and survived two wars.” He turns to one of the buildings were several soldiers came wondering out stopping briefly to gaze on the jet being guarded. “Would you like something to eat since you will not take something with you? Surely, you and the others have not eaten for some time during your flight.” “The Zodiac had a small but well-supplied area with food aboard.” Paula answers then turns to Jean Roberts entertaining the idea of a warm French meal. “On the second thought, that does sounds like a nice idea.” “Good. While the men are refueling your craft you can enjoy our accommodations. Please follow me to the dinning hall.”

MIDNIGHT, THE AEROTECH CORPORATION IN . Three official looking cars slowly work their way to the front of the complex. It took some doing but Arron Carver along with his men convince the regular staff Doctor Hosberg and others had been replaced with newly hired of the firm and had left the grounds earlier during the evening. In the lead car set the driver along with three women who soon step from well-shined vehicle one female dressed in business attire. The gate gives off the sound of clanging chains as it glides effortlessly along the metal tracks. As the group approaches the over hanging lights leading along the path to the building then stand at the main entrance, it is clear to see one of the men in the group was, Georgio Clardaire who was flanked by the three women. He pauses then waits for one of the women to him who was now silhouetted by the bright complex lights remaining that way for several minutes. Carver, who was positioned on the balcony inside building, waits for Clardaire and the group to enter then notice women with him. Two women were dressed in leather hipster jackets with pants to match and high heel boots clearly seen as they enter the well-lit lobby in their hands they held large and somewhat bulging duffle bags. The building was mostly silent except for the clicking sounds of the women’s heels as they move to the center of the lobby. Georgio stands waiting for them to him then looks up to see, Arron Carver peering down from the third floor balcony. “You don’t mind coming down do you or is that a problem?” Clardaire says

loudly. Just then a tall blonde woman steps from behind him silently gazing upward as Carver moves away from the balcony railing. The woman was, Ingrid Van Dorne the master mind behind most of the International problems John and his team had dealings with in the past. “Is this the men you said would be useful to us, Mr. Clardaire?” She utters softly. “He seems hesitate in his duties. I would hate to think your choice in comrades was poor.” “I have given it second thoughts myself, Miss Van Dorne. He and I have something in common that is the reason for me recruiting him.” Arron was drawing closer. He made it to the finally set of stairs with Van Dorne and Clardaire looking on in his approach the lady of mayhem begins her observations of Carver and his actions. Van Dorne sees him as a second rate accomplice in her schemes showing fewer skills than Clardaire she had never seen the turncoat agent in action if anything Arron could be used as a scapegoat should anything goes wrong. Arron was less than a few feet away. Even for a second rate spy who seemed not to notice much Carver could see Van Dorne was somewhat older than her two female henchmen and had had more than her share of face lifts to cover up the years the black patch concealing portions of the left side of her disfigured face made matters worse. “So.” She remarks letting out with a deep breath. “You are Arron Carver. I heard you have been working with, Mr. Clardaire leaving some type of small mishaps behind you. I guess you are surprised to see your benefactor is a woman, most of my newly hired are.” “You can say that but at this point it doesn’t phase me. As for the mishaps, there is nothing I can’t handle giving the right moment and chance. I can assure you that will not compromise this operation, Miss…” He extends his hand outward with Van Dorne looking down on it as if he had some type of decease on his hand.

CHAPTER SIX

ONCE AGAIN OLD FRIEND

Van Dorne never touches Arron’s out stretched hand in fact she slowly turns her back on him as she begins speaking. “I hope you’re right about what you said, Mr. Carver. If there is a problem with you working under my command, say it now. Failure is not an opinion nor will it be tolerated.” “Clardaire must have failed to mention how far he and I have come in such a short time. Especially, with me doing all the foot work. We have eliminated those who were seen a threats in your agendas to at least complete this part of it.” “No doubt. Nevertheless, here we are and there are still more things needed to be done.” Ingrid Van Dorne turns looking on the lobby while removing her leather driving gloves folding them in half before handing them to one of her female accomplices standing beside her. “I would think this building would be more secured than this. How did you manage to infiltrate it?” “Slowly bring in your team then stationing them in key locations thanks to, Doctor Hosberg. Fooling him into thinking they were new employee wasn’t hard he provided the photo IDs.” “What about the complex’s regular staff? Carver. “Being held hostage in the lower basement in one of the storage room under lock and key.” Ingrid begins strolling along the spacious lobby glancing along the walls on the many pictures showing the company’s achievements. “Mr. Carver. I must congratulate on disposing of the late, Professor Stella Orlandis.” “There were a few unforeseen huddles.” Van Dorne pauses to slowly turn about

facing him. “Don’t worry, Miss Van Dorne. Those huddles are fully taken care of and the agent who was tailing me is out of the picture.” “This agent you mentioned is?” “James Barn.” “You mean Barn was involved? This could means we must be extra cautious in our planning there is no telling if and when he should show up.” “He willn’t show. If anything he under investigation for his partner’s death after Clardaire and I set him up.” “I hope that is true. The Jaguar as he is known is not someone you can easily disregard as a possible threat. This facility is the main objective for now I will have personnel soon discover then infiltrate the other AeroTech complexes in that way I can be sure, Agent Barn is truly out of the picture.” The female master mind smiles to herself before facing Carver again. “One of my men gained possession of a box containing this facilities security key cards he had no idea if they were allow us in more sensitive areas of this place.” “Not at all. As I stated, Hosberg was not hard to fool cards were also provided. He kept extras in a box in his office that much have been what your man got a hold of.”

Van Dorne and her female henchmen are led by Carver to the control room followed by the two guards there she along with the others would monitor the flight of the Zodiac jet. There was a man name, Teshem standing behind Clardaire the person who would be Hosberg’s replacement someone the staff knew well he was well of the oncoming invasion and was now part of it. Van Dorne. “I want all the staff who not are hostages to know who is in charge. Make them aware there will be no unauthorized visits to this level.” Both Clardaire and Carver nod their heads. “I have personnel who will maintain this area and communicate with the jet, as well as security personnel guarding the hangars. As far as the regular staff, give them the impression there have been some changes in personnel. I don’t want to

draw undue attention to this complex from the local authorities.” Van Dorne turns to Carver and Clardaire. “Do you understand. The more familiar faces seen here the less is suspected of what is taking place.” The group continues making their way to the control room once they arrive one of the guards opens the door then waits for the sinister female master spy and her escorts to enter. Looking around at all the monitors in the dimly lit room illuminated only by the blue tinted screens of the monitors, Van Dorne turns back with cigarette in hand waiting for one her female accomplices to lite it. “Tell me. How would one know which of these monitors is used to track the jet, Mr. Carver? They all seem to give no more than an air tower version of what is occurring throughout the world.” Carver glances on one of Van Dorne’s female accomplices with the zipper of your leather jacket partially lowered showing portions of her well formed breasts after satisfying his imagination, Arron Carver then points to the main monitor. “This one, M’s Van Dorne is the one we need to keep our eyes on. This is the main screen with it you can see exactly where the Zodiac is. It will show up as a light blue triangular shape all other aircraft will be seen as red dots either large or small, depending on the type of aircraft.” “The others’ screens can also be use the same way. The crew has to program them from the jet’s onboard monitors to allow that to happen.” Georgio adds. “What exactly will we see on their monitoring systems, Mr. Clardaire?” “What landing field they are preparing to settle down. That would mean any of the other Aerotech facilities in Europe.” Georgio continues explaining the workings of the communications equipment and the technology behind the complex something Van Dorne ired since else seemed to know what they were doing. Clardaire. “In the jet’s arrival when it reaches this point.” His finger touches the screen showing a large mass of German airspace. “We will be able to guide it to any key areas we wish the crew to land. Our mutual sources inform me there are close circuit cameras fitted beneath the jet’s fuselage able to super impose any country’s land mass.”

“How close can it get?” Van Dorne leans closer to the monitor showing parts of ’s terrain she noticed the light blue triangular shape, Arron Carver mentioned however it was not clear enough to know exactly where the Zodiac was. Clardaire. “It could be some electrical disturbance causing interference in the tracking. We will still know where the jet is as long as we see its shape.” Suddenly Clardaire notices the shape moving from where it had been setting still. The crew of the Zodiac were once again airborne preparing to rendezvous to their next destination the, Aerotech complex in . “Well, now.” Clardaire smiles. “Our next agenda is how to hijack the jet and where to store it once it is in our possession. “I hear it can avoid radar, Mr. Clardaire. Is that true?” “Oh, absolutely. With the information we have on it, thanks also to the Media. It can not only avoid radar it can practically disappear.” Van Dorne turns from the wall covered with monitors then looks upward on the ceiling. “Can you imagine what would happen if this jet happens to disappear before making it to its other destinations? An International incident of large proportion turning the entire idea of helping trust between Nations completely around.” Georgio and Carver stand bewildered for a moment it had not crossed their minds how much chaos it would cause if the, Zodiac were hijacked. Her entire plan was not totally revealed to either of the men as far as they knew it was a way of, Van Dorne demanding money from the countries involved for the release of both the jet and its crew. “Come now, Gentlemen. Surely you both can see the reason this hijacking is so important and why it was essential, Professor Orlandis was killed.” Carver. “Extortion?” “That is one reason. Come, now. I just gave you a hint.” Van Dorne stands smiling. “This is not a simple hijacking nor is this merely about money and

power.” “I still don’t see the purpose in hijacking this jet other than extortion like, Carver said.” “Gentlemen. What we are about to do is see is World War III. Twelve powerful Nations have invested money in this project not to mention each have a crew member aboard this so-called super jet. The public in the US as well as Europe neither trust nor believes the purpose of this project only that their tax money is helping to it bring an uprising when it suddenly vanishes from sight.” “If it just disappears, who the hell will care?” Carver asks. “That is were we come in. Yes, it will disappear only after we us it on a few missions I have in mind of our own.” Ingrid strolls back to the computers and the monitors. “I have several targets I have picked that will get the attention of the world. With all the jet’s super technology those targeted countries will see they helped created a monster which we will control. Clardaire. “Social disruption and chaos amongst Governments having the public display their anger and disenchantment possibly rioting.” Van Dorne. “Exactly. I don’t want to seem rude if you would, Mr. Carver. Please stand in the hallway until Mr. Clardaire and I are finished talking.”

The shocking look on Carver’s face delighted Georgio Clardaire greatly. Once again the traitorous CIA agent was put in his place as a second banana to the hired assassin. He and the Frenchman glance on each other before Carver slowly leaves the room. “Now, Mr. Clardaire. Since you seem to be the only one here who knows something about this… to a certain point. I will let you in on the little extra goals of mind.” “I am honored, Miss Van Dorne?” “No, Miss is good enough. There is no need in formal introductions. I want you to make sure you and your men keep an eye on these monitors making sure we

know exactly where the jet is, as well as keeping in touch with its crew. That’s not too much to ask, is it?” “No, M’s Van Dorne. it is a simple task.” Placing his hands behind him. “In fact we can start the process right away.” “I have one more thing to discuss. can we make arrangements for my escorts and I to bed down in private quarters, if you will?” “I can have that done as well.” He turns to one of the men standing behind him. “You can have Mr. Carver come in now.” One of Clardaire’s man steps into the hallway glancing on the anger CIA as he and two others speak in low whispering tones amongst themselves. Carver, whose back was facing him, is alerted by the sudden silence of those he was speaking with then turns about facing the man still waiting in the archway of the door. Carver. “What is it now? I guess all the secrecy is over they want me back inside. “Yes. Mr. Clardaire asked me to have you step inside he wants to see you. I would advise you not to linger much longer, you don’t want to piss him off.” “One day that big headed Frenchman is going to piss me off.” Arron remarks. “I don’t care if he was once a CIA member.” “I wouldn’t bother getting angry, Carver.” Georgio waves Arron inside. “It’s best to be pissed off than pissed on. that’s a phase I heard from one of our deceased agents, before I knifed him.” “He must have been pissed on a lot. I can assure you this is not going to be the case with me.” Both men stood for a moment in the doorway with their eyes targeted on the two women who seem to worship, Van Dorne as a Goddess. Arron tries to ignore Georgio now standing in the corner of the room with his hands poised behind him. “Yes, M’s Van Dorne.” Carver says softly. “You wanted to see me again.” “Mr. Carver. I would like you to find suitable accommodations for both Cecila

and Anita as well as my self. Mr. Clardaire will see to it my instructions are carried out to the letter… of course you are not excluded. I want you to see to it all security measures for this operation are taken of and if there is a need for more personnel, you will also see to that.” “Why, thank you. I will make every effect to carry out those instructions.” Arron bows slightly peering out of the corners of his eyes on Georgio still standing in the far corner gloating “It would seem you two men possess some type of manners. I like to see that in men but manners do not get things done, as far as actual work. In my many years of working in my organization I have discovered what charm is shown, hides a deeper agenda.”

“That is not the case here, Miss Van Dorne. I am merely being polite.” “Then I trust this politeness will continue along with the understanding it will be looked on closely, no offense that is.” Carver smiles then turns to make his way to the door. Still holding the knob he waits for the female master mind and her escorts to though, followed closely by Clardaire. Georgio pauses the two men stand shoulder to shoulder with Arron looking his French Assassin in the eyes before shifting them away before following him out into the corridor.

The Zodiac was now on its last leg of its journey the world had taken the jet as a sci-fi tale that finally came to life as for the group ABBM, it had faded with time into nor existence. Jean Roberts had taken over as the pilot with Chin Wang on communications. Both were alert and eager to place their feet on solid ground again. Chin looks on their landing scheduler then reaches for the microphone to call to the complex. “This is the Zodiac to Olympus in .” “This is Olympus go ahead, Zodiac.” A male voice answers in German. “We have been awaiting your arrival, and are ready to receive you.” Roberts leans her head toward the microphone the voice was not familiar she

knew Doctor Hosberg’s voice even met with him once if anyone was to answer any calls from them to the complex it would have been, Doctor Hosberg. Chin continues to transmit with Jean still listening. “We should be nearing your location within two days. We are requesting an escort.” “Is there a certain place you wish us to meet with you?” The man asks. The airway is silent for a few seconds with Roberts and Wang facing each other. Something was noticeably odd about the question something, Liz Corgio now acting copilot and Helda Gershew the secondary communications officer picked up on. Chin glances back with a look of bewilderment soon the women turn to Jean before Liz spoke up. “If anything, they should be telling us where they want us to land. I would think the complex landing field would be suggested… wouldn’t you?” Roberts. “Ask them if there is anything wrong with that. It might be they have some type of problem with the field we’re not aware of.” Wang. “This is the Zodiac to Olympus. Is there a problem with landing on the complex air field? Again, the airway becomes silent. The man monitoring the jet’s approach turns to Van Dorne and Clardaire standing not far from where he was seated. Georgio leans over then speaks softly in the man’s ear telling him to reply there was a minor problem on the landing strip that needed to be taken care of before the jet’s arrival. That message is quickly relayed and seemingly accepted. “This is Olympus to, the Zodiac. We are having an escort meet with you somewhere near here. Standby for further instructions within the hour.” Roberts. “I have one other question. Is Doctor Hosberg hereby?” “This is Olympus to, Zodiac. Be advised Doctor Hosberg has been reassigned to another base facility. Doctor Teshem is taking charge. As instructed, please standby for further instructions within the hour.”

The crew hears the radio transmissions shuts down all air to land conversion is was over for the moment. Jean and Chin turn to each other again before checking the jet’s consoles. “I still say there was something odd about that transmitted conversion.” Roberts hand moves along the console flipping switches and pressing button. “It was arranged that only the Chief or the Assistant Chief of each complex respond to our calls.” Wang. “Perhaps they were unavailable.” “One or the other is suppose to be on the grounds, Chin. That is why there are living quarters provide for them in the complex if and when there is some sort of emergency or decisions that need to be made.” Jean releases a breath. “What the hell, I am not about to lose any sleep over it.” Turning her gaze on the open skis while adjusting her headset. Clardaire looks to the radar screen showing the light bluish-looking triangular form moving into German air space his finger slowly follows it “That is them. They should be over German air space within several hours.” Slowly standing upright Georgio faces his female benefactor. “How do we conduct this hijacking, Miss Van Dorne? Do we hijack he jet as soon as it lands or allow the women time to look airfield over?” Van Dorne. “I have a way of handling it covering ever angle of this operation.” “If they see too many new faces the crew will suspect something wrong.” “Personnel come and go I would not worry about them seeing new faces, that is the least of our worries. This hijacking has to take place outside the complex grounds some place no one would least expect a jet of its kind landing.” Ingrid turns smiling sinisterly. “As I stated before it has to mysteriously disappear off the monitors. If we can track it here on these screens so can the other countries involved.” Van Dorne’s finger move to her temple. “If any country is to be blamed why not this one? I would say so much for trust wouldn’t you say, Mr. Clardaire?” Reaches for the nearby phone Van Dorne then begins dialing. “There is a General who seems to think he owns me a favor with his help our problems will be easily taken care of.” She cradles the phone on her shoulder and continues waiting for someone to answer moments later she is greeted by a man’s voice she then speaks cheerfully yet with a very business like tone of voice “Yes,

General Holsmon.This is the Desiree from the Aerotech base in Switzerland, we met some months ago and talked over the possibilities of you helping in assisting in the project. I have a slight favor to ask of you. I am helping our Complex here in your country. I know this should be somewhat hush-hush but I need two of your jets to escort our project aircraft safely to a landing strip or somewhere secret, security measure are needed.” General Holesmon was a man in his late fifties married but eager to please someone one younger than him. Van Dorne met the General some time ago during a fashion ball she romanced while he was staying in one of the hotels in Switzerland they became secret lovers while he was there. She even ed his gambling with moneys she had used from her well-funded organization, W.A.S.P., World Alliance of Secretive Patriots. The General had no idea he had been dealing with one of the world’s most dangerous and elusive Spies. Holsmon looks about his office space making sure his conversion is not over heard by the few soldiers standing not far from his office. “When do you need this favor my dear, Desiree?” “Say, within a few hours. Do you think that can be arranged?”

Holsmon. “Of course. I can have two jets scheduled for takeoff near that area during their routine flights. Just say the word and I can have them heading your way. This jet you wish to have escorted will it need much runway? My fighter pilots need to know this information for their own purposes.” “Not much runway at all, my dear. It is your jets that may need a bit more clearance, if anything. I will attempt to find a suitable landing place somewhere far from prying eyes perhaps some open terrain some distance from the any mainstream activity.” General Holsmon turns again on the soldiers outside his officer his voice lowers to a whisper. “You know I hope to see you again. We have much more to talk about along with other things.” “I am hoping the same.” She slowly lays the phone on its receiver then turns to Clardaire. “Now, then. We can start planning our rendezvous plans. There is an old air field a few miles away, General Holsmon uses it occasionally so he will

know where to sent his jets. Are you familiar with the area, Clardaire?” “Yes, it was used as a private field years ago from what I have heard from the locals.” “Good. You know the landscape so there shouldn’t any mistakes. Take a handful of men and three trucks large enough to accommodate the Zodiac’s crew . I will have all the required tools and another truck to take the jet in tow. Oh, yes. Tell Mr. Carver to handle the transactions on this part of the operation. We don’t want him to feel left out. Maybe, he’ll learn something from your techniques.” Clardaire was seconds from the door when he turns back. Van Dorne stands with her back facing him and somehow could feel his presents. “Is there something else you wanted to say?” She asks. “I don’t want to sound as if I am talking behind his back, but I doubt very seriously if Carver will learn anything from me.” “Of course you’re not talking behind his back, since he’s not here.” It was a sarcastic remark seemingly appropriate, for the moment. “I will have one of the flat bed trucks you, once the jet arrives.” Van Dorne soon calls General Holsmon again before having one of her henchmen radio the Zodiac instructing it to land on the designated air field. Carver leads the three trucks to the abandon field less than seven miles from the complex Ingrid’s delayed call would give Arron Carver the need time to arrange things. At the General’s Military Air Base two German jets prepare to make their way to the rendezvous point with two young airmen eager to be a part of escorting the famous jet to safety within moments Carver’s three vans arrive on location then pull off along the side of the road waiting for the fighter jets arrival. Clardaire radios him “Listen to me carefully, Carver. Miss Van Dorne wants no screw ups. This is your chance to show her you know what the hell you’re doing.” “I have this under control you just do what the fuck you have to do and let me handle things on this end.” Carver replies yelling in the radio. “Now get the hell off the airway my men and let us do our job. If it wasn’t for the fact Clardaire

kept me from being shot.” Arron remarks turning to one of his accomplices. “I would killed him like I was supposed to have done.”

It was intended for the Zodiac’s arrival and departure at any of the complexes was supposed to have been in secret its arrival in during the day was unscheduled. The night skies were almost pitch black with the exception of the moon shinning along the terrain. For the most part the abandon air field was still somewhat well maintained and concealed by trees far from the main road. Arron Carver’s wait seemed longer than it actually was they attempted to make the best of their time while listening to a local radio station and drinking cups of coffee. Van Dorne and Georgio set gazing on the monitors until they finally see the bluish triangular shape moving slowly along the screen along with the two aircraft General had promised shown as reddish dots closing in. Reaching for the microphone Georgio makes direct with the crew of the Zodiac. “This is Olympus to the Zodiac. We have your escorts on the screen do you see them in sight?” Jeans’ voice answers. “This is the Zodiac, roger that. They’re coming up along our starboard side and should be visible in a few minutes. We also see the landing strip ahead. Do you want us to follow or lead them in?” “Let the jets lead. You make sure nothing goes wrong in your approach give them time of set down before you do.” “Oh, there will be nothing going wrong here. Our screens and equipment indicate clear sailing with no unwanted company nearby. This is the Zodiac, out.” Roberts faces Chin Wang. “This is screwy. Why land just to have a briefing when they could have just as well waited for that in the complex?” Wang shrugs. “I guess they don’t trust our own communications security systems.” The two jets circle the field making sure there was nothing below that seemed to be a threat until the super jet arrives after a few more es one fighter pilot gives the okay to have the space age aircraft to begins its descent. With its huge form hovering gracefully overhead Carver and his men watched from their parked vans hidden in the shadows of the trees surrounding the rendezvous site the thundering roar of both fighter jets are soon heard making their finally approach on the landing field. In the rear of the three vans Carver’s men remove

automatic weapons and plastic explosives then settle back as both the Zodiac and its escort jets land. Slowly Arron exits the van followed by four others then makes his way along the side of the road to meet with the crew and their escorts. Jean Roberts was one of the first of her crew to exit jets, Winslow second. The women also noticed moments later the vans slightly visible against the background of the darken woods then four more men leap out from the second van making their way toward the two fighter jets, carrying small bags. Winslow. “Doctor Paula Winslow, lead pilot.” Her hand extends in Carver’s direction. “This is pilot, Jean Roberts second in command.” “I’am Carver an American representative for the company. If you and the others would kindly come with me I will have the vans take you to the complex then have a truck take the jet to its destination.” “Thank you. I must ask you this. Why pick this location? The Zodiac is capable of landing in rough terrain if there is something wrong with the airfield?” Winslow looks the surroundings over.

“Merely precautionary methods, I assure you. With the Media covering so much of this historic event and the countries involve having doubts of the Zodiac’s security, we found it necessary to act accordingly.” Carver begins leading the women off to one of the awaiting vans with the other crew soon following. Roberts. “I understand Doctor Hosberg was reassigned to another base facility. Was there some reason for that?” “Yes. however, I can’t go into details on that.” He turns slightly facing the other women along with the two fighter pilots who were now walking with them. “Our job for the moment is to see to it you and the others are escorted safely to the complex. These pilots were just suppose to see to it you arrive in one piece.” Roberts. “Well, we did and we are.” She smiles with her arms spread outward to the side.

Moments later the pilots face Arron Carver along with the four men standing with him. They were told they would receive a small reward for their deed Carver silently turns about after making sure the women were some distance away then nods to his henchmen. “The General said we would receive a small sum, for our services.” The first pilot remarks. “But of course. We have not forgotten and your deeds will not go unnoticed nor overlooked.” With the Zodiac crew drawing closer to the waiting vans Arron again nods his head to his four accomplices who then smile. “See to it this young man and his friends receive their just rewards before we leave the field, while I escort the women to the vans.” The two pilots were instructed to climb into their jets with two of Carver’s men standing along side them each holding tightly onto a duffel bag. As the Zodiac crew slowly climb inside the three vans Jean and Winslow turn back to speak when Arron nods his head again to his assassins. Suddenly the night silence is broken by rapid gunfire the crew turns back in horror to see the pilots slumped in the cockpits their jets only then did the women realize they had been kidnaped their jet hijacked. Plastic explosives are carefully placed near the engines of the two fighter jets as Arron Carver briskly makes his way to the van where Roberts and Winslow stood nervously. “I was told not to kill any of you.” Arron removes his weapon forcing both women inside. “So let me keep my word and don’t do anything stupid to have me kill you, then I willn’t have to.” Winslow. “Why would you do this? Do you know what will happen if word gets out the jet has been hijacked?” “I have an idea what will happen.” Carver pushes her inside the van his men doing the same with the other women. “As far as what is going on, I will let the person who is running the show tell you, themselves. It should be very interesting to all of you.” As the vans pull away a huge flat bed truck makes its way toward the jet taking

it in tow with the explosives in place on both fighter jets Van Dorne’s men set the timing devices before rushing toward a remaining van it wasn’t long before the loud ear piercing explosion takes place.

The women look outward to notice the fighter jets going up in huge flames accompanied by thick black smoke and other smaller explosions sending sections of the jets flying freely about. “This is a hell of a mess.” Liz Corgio the jet’s copilot turns to Roberts. “With all we are trying to do someone is planning to ruin it.” “Jean was right.” Wang sadly moves to the center of the van. “She said something did not sound right not having Hosberg answering those transmissions.” Her gaze slowly turn to the American Pilot. “There is nothing we can do as of now, Chin but wait and see who is running this show.”

The vans move slowly toward the complex’s gates four guards peer inside receiving a smile from Arron Carver before being allowed on the grounds. It took some effort having the Zodiac quickly placed aboard the flatbed truck it soon arrives one hour after its crew to the complex. With the jet carefully concealed from peering eyes the women are bought before Ingrid Van Dorne and Georgio Clardaire. “Welcome to your new home ladies.” The female master mind cheerfully says. “I hope your ordeal was not uncomfortable also that this will be a pleasant and uneventful stay.” She places her hands inside the pockets of her leather jacket with her female escorts looking on. “I take it you know what has occurred.” Roberts. “Yeah, we’ve been abducted that’s what just happened.” Roberts stands in line with the others her face filled with anger with, Winslow standing shaken from the ordeal but holding a tight lip as Van Dorne moves down the line of crew . “You want to tell us why?”

“Certainly. Before I do I have one request that is you and the others cause me no problems while you are in my presents. If so.” Van Dorne spins about with her hands now placed behind her. “I will have no choice but to deal with you as I would any other rival or trouble maker.” “Who are you, anyway?” Ingrid turns back glancing down the line of flight to notice Jean Roberts defiantly looking her way. Pausing in silence, Van Dorne motions to one of her henchmen, who then approaches Roberts pulling her out of line. “Who are you to ask such a question? “This will cause you more trouble than you could ever imagine, who ever you are?” “That’s not what I asked. I shall repeat it the question again, but this will be the last time. Who are you to ask such a question?” “Second in command, pilot Jean Roberts. Now, back to my question.” Speaking in defiance. “I demand an explanation.” Anita, one of Van Dorne’s most trusted female accomplices receives a silent nod from her employer then moves forward gazing into Jean’s eyes for a split second, before lashing out striking her in the face. Four of the crew start to rush forward in anger, Mattie, Chin, Winslow and Liz having causes Clardaire along with his men to reveal their weapons.

With one hand on her hip the other raise signaling Georgio’s men to stand down, Ingrid Van Dorne strolls confidently toward Roberts who was still holding her face from the blow received. Clardaire watches as his benefactor reaches out placing her hand above Jean’s breast then gets a tight grip on the collar of her uniform before pulling her forward. They stand face-to-face close enough to kiss each other giving the Frenchman indications Van Dorne’s two accomplices were gay. “Maybe, you have trouble hearing crewman Roberts. I don’t know if it is because of the long flight or stupidity, so let me say this one last time.” Moving her face away. “This base the jet, as well as all of you are mine. If there are any

disagreements or problems with that, it will be corrected.” As the four women of the Zodiac stand with Clardaire’s men still holding their guns on them, they noticed a tear rolling slowly down Jean’s cheek. The reddish mark caused by the impact of the blow Roberts received starts to form noticeably. Roberts was a high strung and somewhat aggressive person when it came to bulling from others one of the reasons for her position as a secondary pilot, Winslow because of her training background. “I realize this is a traumatic experience right now will .” Van Dorne moves her fingers from one side of Roberts face to the other before removing the tear from her cheek. A silent nod alerts Anita Winters to place Roberts back in line with the others. “Normally, I would have allowed Anita to kill you and since there are twelve of you, one or two deaths would not matter. I hope this clears things up a bit in this meeting we are having.” Those in the room continue listening to Ingrid’s undeniable show of authority as she paces up and down the line of blue suited crew . “I don’t want to make an example of any of you because I have plans for you all. Make no mistake I will not hesitate to do so if necessary.” Clardaire. “What do you want us to do with them?” “Find suitable lodging, Mr. Clardaire. A place for them to bed down shower and make themselves content. However, make sure it is some place they can not escape.” Winslow. “What will you do with us once this is over? What ever it is you have in mind.” “You are?” Van Dorne turns to, Paula Winslow. “Pilot Professor Paula Winslow. You have the jet so we serve you no purpose.” “On the contrary Professor, Paula Winslow. You are worth more than you realize. In fact, this operation will not be successful without all of your crew here tonight. Since your jet has a well constructed security door with a special access and since you and the others have the ability to open it. You can see how valuable that makes you.”

“Why the hijacking?” Winslow seemed naive about the situation in Ingrid’s eyes, too naive for someone possessing a professional degree in her field of aerospace technology. “The bitch want to duplicate it.” Liz Corgio’s Latin voice causes both of Van Dorne’s women along with the others in the room turning in her direction. “She doesn’t realize the other Aerotech complexes still have to install other components in the jet, before it is fully able to perform its mission. Besides, those countries will be searching for it long before she can make any type of prototype. Once they learn we’ve been taken over, there will be an Army of soldiers out here to rescue us.”

“That has been calculated, my dear. In fact. I don’t need time to make another one… not just yet.” Remarks, Van Dorne looking on the Latino woman with a smug gaze. “I hadn’t thought of reproducing your precious aircraft. I would however thank you for the notion.” “I suppose you’re going to kill us after you gain access.” “Miss Van Dorne. I don’t to seem in a rush all of this talk is going no where. Let’s just put them somewhere safe and go on with what we have in mind.” “Just a moment, Mr. Clardaire. These women have the right to know what they are up against and their fate, in this matter. I will allow all of you to live, providing you cause me no trouble. Again, that is another story. For now you and the others will be taken to suitable accommodations and sometime in the morning we can talk again.” Turning finally to Arron Carver. “Take them to their quarters, Mr. Caver. This has been a long night for us all.” Arron Carver along with guards, escort the crew to the fifth floor of the complex a place where Doctor Hosberg and others of his staff used as bedding areas when staying over night. It was a fairly comfortable area somewhat spacious much like a hotel with rooms large enough for the women to be housed comfortably. The room had a bathroom with shower accommodations seemingly more for men than women. More than enough cots were positioned about the room having fresh blankets laying that the feet although the pillows showed a lack of being fluffy. There were no bars on the tinted plate glass windows of their new prison there was no need they five stories above the grounds with no ledges.

The women were truly prisoners of a scheme that seemed to by more political than a merely hijacking for monetary gains. The question that remained in both Roberts and Winslow’s mind was the fact Van Dorne had promised to spare their lives and why. Some weeks later German officials receive a report from two young lovers of finding the charred wreckage along with the remains of the fighter pilots in the abandon air field. The news media picks up on what they came to believe was a political action of sabotage to cover up the German’s intentions to keep the super jet for themselves. An investigation leads to General Holsmon’s involvement in the incident leads to his death he was led to a firing squad as a political spy after several grueling hours of interrogation and torture. He did however give the last location of where the jet was to supposed to have landed both East and West German promptly launch another investigation in search for the missing jet in order to remove any suspicious notions of their involvement. WASHINGTON DC, THE PENTAGON BUILDING, LATE AFTERNOON. The Department of Defense along with both the CIA and NSA meet in one of the building’s large conference rooms. NSA Chief Franklin Otterman and CIA Chief Richard Price were there representing their agencies. The news of the Zodiac had hit the nightly news by way of the Foreign Press the story begins growing as a mystery although the countries who had financed the project didn’t think of it as such, especially the Soviet Countries. Price didn’t open the discussions instead of those representing the Department of Defense this to, Frank Otterman was unusual. Richard was overly proud of his agency showing it with every meeting he attended inspite of the incident with Georgio Clardaire and Agent Arron Carver.

Army General Wineberg continues the talks standing with a stern but bothering look on his face. “Gentlemen. I need not tell you this is a grave matter but I would ask you to focus on this problem with an open mind and not just something you heard from news reports.” Strolling moments later in front of a large map of Europe. “From the reports the CIA and Interpol have provided. The Zodiac was last here, some miles from Hamburg .”

“Yes, General we all know that much.” Richard Price remarks, leaning forward in his chair. “The jet took off from Strasbourg after refueling, then followed a course north. We know there is an air field somewhere in Hamburg, where the Aerotech Complex supposedly is. In fact the investigation of the complex by the German officials, proved it does exist in that area.” “That was earlier reports.” Air Force Major Rosebloom then leans forward glancing on the others. “If you recall at 86,000 feet the Zodiac disappeared between West and East . It could be anyway in that country’s terrain and as it was shown to us the jet has the capability to set down almost anywhere. Which brings us back to any reasons for its disappearance.” Price. “I say is responsible trying to cover-up their intentions of holding on to it. I don’t know why this breach of security is being done, knowing the rippling effects it will create. This is definitely a cover-up.” Otterman. “You would know about cover-ups.” Murmuring to himself, yet loud enough for Richard Price’s ears to detect. “Did anyone ever stop to think the damn thing had some kind of malifunction and made an emergency landing? It’s not impossible, you know.” “Not with the evidences a man name, General Holsmon revealed before his untimely demise.” General Wineberg remarks cutting his eyes on Frank. “He claims he had two escort jets meet with the Zodiac as a safety measure. The location, an air field near Hamburg.” Rosesbloom. “Who requested that escort?” “It was by the request of one of the complex staff a woman name Desiree something. He met her in Switzerland at a conference meet. One in which some of the Aerotech engineers and designers attended.” Price. “This staff member. Do we have any info on her or which complex she works for?” “Come on, Richard listen-up the man just told you.” Otterman taunts. “, for God sakes don’t you listen well?” Weinberge holds up his hand knowing the two men were about to go at it in a verbal confrontation and soon quiets the situation. “Unfortunately, after some

inquiring and close investigation of those who attended the conference, we have come to learn there was no such person listed.” Rosebloom. “That’s nice to know Did the Germans check with the head of the complex to see if this woman could have been overlooked as a guest? Better yet, did they check the complex to see what the hell is going on?” “Yes. Both German authorities did in fact launch an investigation and came up emptily handed. The fighter pilots represented both sides and it was agreed to do it that in fairness to both parts, Holsmon in command.”

iral Cross. “Aren’t we forgetting something? What about this group ABBA? They could have some input in this the group is world wide with many ers.” Otterman and Price turn his way before Richard slides a file along the table with the information on the group. “This is what has become of the group, iral. Politically they are still around as a powerful demonstration group but a strong powerful structured group, they are almost nor existent. I wouldn’t worry about them. In fact, I would say they neither have the capability nor the intelligence to pull something like this off.” Otterman. “Gentlemen. There is something we have overlooked.” “What is that?” “It should be obvious, Richard. The Zodiac is capable of flying for days without refueling which is something we have somehow forgotten. The thing is now is finding it before it needs fuels again then question the crew on where they have been.” Wineberg moves to the map then looks on it for a brief moment before turning again to his audience. “There’s a lot of terrain there, guys. It could land anywhere it would be like looking for a needle in a hay stack.” “It will still need refueling as some point in time I think Richard and I will agree on that.”

Foreign Affairs member, Lee Housier. “What about the German authorities? If one of them is truly covering up its whereabouts they will supply the fuel that it’s off again.” “You’re right that brings the matter of us having someone who knows the countryside well to do some investigating for us.” Blackman adds. “Of course this would have to be in secret. We don’t want the two countries thinking we don’t trust them do we, since this whole venture is about trust?” Otterman picks up on Blackwell’s que it was he and the General who made plans for someone to do just that, John Fernardez who had agreed already to the mission. Franklin plays along as if he had no idea what or whom General Blackman had in mind. “I think I can provide you with someone for this assignment. He’s been there recently on his vacation and from what I hear he is more than familiar with the countryside.” “Who do you have in mind, Frank?” Richard snobs. “Agent Barn.” “Oh, for God sake not him. This is not the time to have some adventurous kill crazed, romance seeking agent ruin this very important issue.” “He will no more ruin this than some of those in your department, Richard. Who would you have to take this mission, agent Monroe or agent Tally? Both men seem to have come under fire in the late few weeks in their Cambodia mission that brought more attention to your agency than Agent Barn brought to mine.” “I have an Agent in mind, Agent Yarlin. He is a bright person with all the ready skills a new agent should have to work in the field. He speaks several different languages knows the area and will do what he is told. Besides, I have a strong feeling the Soviets could be behind this since they refuse to commit themselves fully to the Zodiac project. “How did you come to that conclusion, Sherlock?”

Those in the room continue listening to the two Field Chiefs bickering amongst themselves for some it was more amusing then anything else two

grown men acting like small feuding brothers hoping to gain more attention from their parents. Otterman leans his head on one hand focusing on Richard Price as he speaks. “The Russians are the only ones who have not taken much interest in this project and would care less what happens to the plane. It could be they would go to great lengths to show us this whole thing is a flop.” “Even hijacking? Is that what you’re suggesting? You’re pulling straws out of your ass, if you pardon me saying so, Richard. I have to give the Soviets more credit than that even with their lack of concern it would bring more suspicions on them.” General Wineberg. “Gentlemen, please. They have a crew member aboard that jet, as well. I don’t think they would be so childish to jeopardize this project by risking one of their own. Enough of this conversion with you both tearing at each other, this is a very serious matter.” Otterman, although calm still shows his strong disagreement with Richard’s theory. “No, General, I want to hear this brilliant piece of work my colleague has come up with. However, I will do my best not to intervene until he is done.” “Okay, Frank this is it.” Price moves to the map then stands next to Blackman, holding a pointer. He then points to a section of the map where he believes the Russians could possibly stage a hijacking explaining the jet could have flow over the Baltic Sea underneath radar to Poland to Russia. was not a great distance from the Soviet Union with the speeds the super jet could travel it would be there in short time. “Who knows. The Soviets could have had their member aiding in the hijacking. I say their reluctance in the with this project makes them a suspect.” “So you did. You’re putting the blame on the Russians, that’s just peachy. This whole thing is about trust and here you are showing the opposite.” Otterman remarks. “The Aerotech Base in England monitored the jet’s flight ever since it departed its base. There was an unscheduled stop in they reported duo to a lack of ample fuel. Its was then seen making its way to its original destination before vanishing nowhere near Russia.” Blackman watched as Price returns to his seat takes in a deep breathe before finally seating himself. He to did not believe the Soviets had any hand in it even with Richard Price’s almost believable theory. “Gentlemen. I say we all just

settle down and think rashly about this. The first thing we do is to cooperate with both East and West in their investigations on this matter until we definitely know for sure they’re not behind this unfortunate incident.” “How long do we wait until we send in agents? Hell. We don’t want this to get too far out of hand.” Weinberge. “Yes, you’re right, Frank. Finding the Zodiac and its crew in a timely matter is very important at this point in time. Without either one of them this incident will cause even those in the UN to squirm in their seats with the possibility of having an International incident brewing.” Otterman reinforces the idea of sending John Fernardez to with Price poised in his seat with his finger along the side of his temper. “Barn is who I decided as the person to send in this matter. With the disguise he used in England’s Aerotech facility I feel if he is confronted near the complex his cover will not be completely compromised.”

Price. “Is there something you’re not telling us, Franklin? I am not a total fool, you know.” “You could have fooled me.” “Okay, enough with the hash words. I am willing to go along with Agent Barn as your choice I also say we go with the agent I mentioned, Agent Yarlin. Although, Barn wouldn’t be exactly pleased with the idea I think he and Agent Yarlin could work this matter out, somehow.” The representative of the Department of Defense rises to his feet then looks about the seated along the table. “Then it is settled. We discreetly have these agents deployed to both the British and German complexes.” The representative then points his finger to both field Chiefs. “The President will disavowal any actions your agents take if caught or discovered, I hope you both are aware of this.” “What’s new.” Otterman utters to himself. “This jet must be found and if in the hands of any possible terrorists or threats to the peace staking efforts of the project bases it is to be destroyed with all data aboard it. I want an update on all activities taking place in this matter… this

meeting is adjourned For the first time during the conference Otterman and Price come to some agreement this to Blackman was just the first step in getting what he and Frank had planned in the long run.

London England in his townhouse flat Edward Ellis sets in front of the TV listening to the news he had all ready started the paper work on his retirement it would be a few days before it would be finalized with the agency. As it was in the other countries the mysterious disappearance of the Zodiac was the top new story being repeated over and over again. Ellis had started back to drinking this time taking it to the limit until he was totally drunk. “One more time about that damn bloody jet and I will…” He pauses then looks on his drink “Who the fuck cares about that damn thing anyway, I say good ridden.” After a few minutes the news woman repeats the broadcast naming the of the crew along with the countries they represented. When she names Mattie and Helda, Ellis flings the half filled glass of Scott Whiskey toward the TV screen. “What the hell is this.” Wiping his brow then placing his hands on his hips as he looks around the room. “This isn’t like me. Why am I fuck’in retiring from this bloody job in the first place?” Brushing his hair back he wipes his forehead of sweat. “Barn was right this shit is in my blood risking my live for Queen and country getting what honors I receive for completing a freak’in mission.” He gazes on the broken TV screen now smoking slightly. Elllis missed all the action he was use to the travel and the fast life style his agency had him placed in he was now a man with seemingly no purpose no use to anyone except her Majesty’s Secret Service. Sweeping up the glass he then walks into the bathroom and runs cold water over his face for a moment Edward stares in the mirror at himself knowing he was like an addict to his occupation his drinking he could handle he had to decide if number one he would go cold turkey with his drinking again. Two, if to retire now or continue working for at least two more years. “Jimmie, ol’boy.” He douses a handful of water on his face. Looking at his worn and aging reflection in the mirror. “I sure could use someone to talk to right

about now.”

The British agent moves away from the mirror with water still running down his face. “Ah, hell. What am I saying? He’s probably off somewhere laid up with some beautiful woman as always drinking and having a bloody good time. Can’t say that much for my damn self. He made the decision to give up his assignment on this bloom’in jet I guess I can do the same about retiring.” He dips his hand in the water again, then splashes it on his face again, before taking one last look at himself. For the first time Ellis sees himself as a man who has lost almost everything. He had a good in his life, his job was the only outlet once that was gone, he truly had nothing that would please him.

THE FOLLOWING DAY, BRITISH SECRET SERVICE HEADQUARTERS. Edward Ellis stands before Brigadier General Cromwall Chief of her Majesties Field Operations. It was no doubts in Cromwall’s mind Ellis had a rough night. He seems drowsy less attentive than usual. “I take it you have something you want to speak with me about, Ellis.” The word Agent Ellis was missing for the General’s vocabulary Edward noticed it right off. As far as things appeared Edward was about to become just another English Civilian. The General’s gave no reflection of missing one of his best agents nor did his voice indicate a reluctance in having Ellis retire. Edward stood with his hands behind his back humbling himself in appearance. “Yes, sir. there is something on my mind. I believe I am not quit ready to leave the agency just yet, if that’s is all right with you.” “You have put in you more than your share of years, Edward.” Cromwall placing his pipe in the corn of his lips then glances up from the retirement forms on his desk. “Are you sure of this? You know I can call it off but it will take a bit of time to stop the process.” “I know that, sir. And I am sorry to have to put you and the agency through it. To tell you the truth it’s this issue of that damn jet it had me thinking, whether to turn in my gear or not. Besides, I have a friend I believe was working on it, before he was called off.”

“A friend, uh. He must be very close, this friend of yours.” “Yes, sir. I believe you know whom I am talking about. Barn, James Barn.” Cromwell leans in his chair, taking the Danish pipe moving it from one side of his lips to the other, before releasing a small cloud of smoke. “I see. Yes, I know Agent Barn and have had some dealings with him in the past. Fine young man, if I say so myself. So you want me to hold off on this.” “Yes, sir. I would greatly appreciate it if you would.” Ellis eyes watch General Cromwall as he makes his way around his desk stopping a short distance in front of him. He glances on his pipe holding it gently between his fingers with more of the Tobacco was burnt away. Again he goes through the process of replacing it with more pulling from his desk draw a small pouch then refilling it. Ellis says nothing until stately old man is finished preparing his pipe. Smoke surrounds his head as he lights it the aroma of fresh vanilla fills the room. Cromwell positions himself again behind his chair and desk then places his hands on the back of the chair. “I have known you for a good many years, Edward. I have also kept up with some of the problems in this department, as well as your personal life. This is a chance for you to set things right. I guess you thought about it thoroughly.”

“Yes, sir.” Ellis answers. “It has come to my attention I would like one last mission before retiring.” Ellis was pleased by what was being said. Cromwall was a man whose face seldom reflected his emotions, rather good or bad. He was what you would can a real stuff upper lip Englishman, but those who knew him could see through all of that. Walking the agent the General briefly places his hand on his shoulder “You served this agency with honor. You have the time and the age as I have stated before, to retire from this business. I want to be sure you know what you’re asking me to do.” “I am sure, sir. And, yes. I have made up my mind. As I said it’s this jet thing that’s bothering me, along with the fact James is working on it. He and I were on the bloody firing line over this thing and it doesn’t take a bloom’in rocket scientist to see the confusion going on. I don’t know if he is still on it or not but

if so. I would like to be with him for one last time.” Cromwall glances on a picture of Winston Churchill before turning his attention to Ellis again. Removing his pipe and allowing the smoke to form around his head, Charles Cromwall lowers it and speaks softly. “So you want to help the Americans, how noble of you.” “Yes, sir. That’s if Barn is on the assignment of course. He’s the only one I can or want to work with we’ve gone through hell and high water many times in the past.” “What if I made some inquires to find that out, would that suit you? Give me a few days or so. I know just the person who can give a direct answer.” Edward looks up with a gleam in his eyes. “Then you’ll give me the assignment?” The General makes his way to his desk his eyes never making with the agent’s. “Sir. If you do that I can promise you, you will not regret it.” “If he is, Edward. This will be unofficial as far as her Majesty’s Secret Service is concern. You and Barn will not be able to depend on much help if you and he are caught by either countries connected to his project, especially . They are under very close watch right now. If they suspect the other countries have sent spies to investigate this rubbish the whole theory about trust, is out the bloody window.” “When do I start?” “You start just as soon as I confirm the information you’re asking about.” Cromwall remarks handing Edward portions of his retirement papers those he would be allowed to kept in case he changed his mind. Glancing briefly on them Ellis goes though what papers he had in his hands then heads for the door, Brigadier General Charles Cromwall calls out just as the agent’s hand touches the knob. “Ellis. when you get back I want you to sign those papers so you can get on with your life. You have service this country well and given much of your personal time in the making.” The General lets out with a sigh. “I know things have been rough your wife and children gone from your life due to your career. It is time you settle down to start a new.”

“Oh yes, sir. after this mission this will be it for me.” Ellis wastes no time in heading for the department’s equipment division somewhere in the lower section of the building to retrieve his service weapon along with a few needed things. He was happy as a gay men in lockup knowing he was once again active.

“Hey, Edward. The word is you are retiring today, so why are you asking for you gear?” One of the men behind wired window remarks with another man seated at a desk lifting his eyes from the London Times news paper. “What’s the bloom’in caught?” “There’s an old saying chum.” Ellis replies smiling. “Never say never I am kindna believing that.” Fastening his gun in place with Big Ben sounding out in the background, Edward shakes his head. He gives an English salute before quickly walks out with the man returning his gaze on the news paper. Several hours go by Ellis was now in his townhouse dwelling again lying across the bed looking on the ceiling when the phone rings he makes ever effort to catch it on the third ring. He thinks to himself as he lifts the receiver this is it Cromwall is calling with the answers he was waiting for, that was not the case. “Hello, Edward.” A familiar voice said. “James? James is this you? God damn ol’boy, what…” “Yeah, it’s me you old fart. How are you doing as a retired person?” Edward seats himself on the bed beaming with joy. “If I was retired I guest it would be fine. I decided to hold things off for a while, not ready yet as you might know.” John. “What the hell did you say? You were looking forward to it.” “I am looking forward to doing one last mission with you if you’re still working on this Zodiac thing. What are you doing in England?” Fernardez’s voice lightens a slight chuckle is heard. “I think someone has

teamed us up without us knowing it. The fact is I’m here to meet with twelve angels, again.” Coding his answers over the unsecured phone line. “I guess they think I can hang in group situations.” “I suppose you can. I take it you need some help. Look, meet me in the park next to the Thames we can talk more about it there. Oh, yes.” Ellis reaches down grabbing his shoes. “Will you be working alone? I mean since they thought I made it my business to cut out, sort to speak. I thought your people would have someone else working the field with you.” “Well, you’re right. I got this tagalong with me but that’s no problem. I’ll see you in the park at what time?” “During the afternoon, Jimmy. There will be hikers and people walking their dogs along with some sitting on the park benches, our meet with seem less noticed. See you then.” The conversion then ends John hangs up, Ellis doesn’t bother to straighten up the things he had tossed about to get in his bed. The following day was still young Ellis knew it wouldn’t take long for Fernardez and his unwanted partner to reach the park from the hotel where John had called from in fact thirty minutes by taxi. It was 2:15 p.m., Edward waits for Fernardez to arrive at the park. his eyes scans the well visited park while seated on the park bench overlooking the Thanes river. The warm breeze whispers through the trees with people walking casually along the sidewalk talking and laughing the British Agent watched a couple walk hand and hand then a man playing with his children not far from him. Edward’s mind races back to the time he and his children came to the park the thought then turns sour just thinking about his family life. He suddenly looks towards a group of young men laughing and pushing each other then starts to turn away when he noticed John with a younger man walking behind the group.

John yells across he park to Edward. “Hey, mister. Do you have the time?”. Laughing, Ellis glances on his watch pretending to notice the time. “Yeah, you old bizzard it’s time for you to bring your ass over here I been waiting for you over an thirty minutes.” The young man with Fernardez looks as if he was offended by the exchange of

words but remains silent. “So this bloke with you, James?.” “Yes, for now. This is, Agent Yarlin. Yarlin this is, Agent Edward Ellis a very close friend of mine and trusted agent.” Ellis extending his hand. “Glad to meet you, mate. James hasn’t said much about you then again he never does about new partners he hasn’t worked with long. Like he said, Edward Ellis at your service.” “Agent Yarlin, CIA.” Ellis cut his eyes on Fernardez. Yarlin announced himself only by his sir name appearing as if he wanted things to be more professional. “I am sure you and Mr. Barn have a lot in common.” “Probably more than you, mate.” Edward placed his hands in his trench coat pockets then turns facing his friend. “Why don’t we get to the point of this social gathering, since we’ve gotten though all the pleasantries.” “That sounds like a winner to me. Let’s take a walk while we brief each other, shall we? The park bench area seems a bit congested.” Ellis. I take it both of you are here to help with this investigation on the missing jet.” John nodes his head while, Agent Yarlin remains silent. “I finally got word there is talk about the bloom’in Soviets being involved. That announcement is not shared by your agency I was told.” “That’s right, Ed.” John removes a cigarette then taps gently on its carton until one pops up. “Even though the Russians are not fully in cooperation with the project it does mean they would sabotage it. The other theory is, as you know, it’s been hijacked by the German Government. Why is unknown if they actually did.” “Yeah, That is a little far fetched.” Edward extends his cigarette lighter. “Who the hell would think something like that?” “The CIA, that’s who.” Yarlin softly remarks. “If the Russians are not responsible the only conclusion is . From what I was briefed on the jet’s last destination was in and that is where it disappeared.” Ellis. “I see why Otterman thinks so little of your agency. Look, mate. I can see you’re kinda new at this thinking process so let me clue you in on something.”

Turning to face the agent who seemed to have Italian bloodlines. “Jimmy and I have worked a lot of assignments together and from those years of working missions we discovered things are not what they appear, in most cases.” “Mr. Barn mentioned you and your intentions of retiring. Listening to you now gives me the impression you should have, with so many years behind you.” “For your information, you bloody rookie. Those years of service helped to complete many missions probably more than you might ever had.”

Ellis was now standing closer to the young agent with a cold gaze his body moving slight back and forward on one leg. First of all with the crew of mixed Nationalities one being Russian and the other German, what would make your boss think those countries would cause such mess?” Yarlin turns away looking outward on the young couples Edward had noticed early then softly replies to his remarks. “The fact one or both of those on board could have helped stage the hijacking.” Slowly returning his attention on the Englishman. “I don’t know what you and Mr. Barn have against my agency but let me make this much clear. We’re here as a team and in order to work this thing together there has to be trust amongst us. The magic words are together and trust, you follow me?” The young agent turns then walks off only to back again to make one last comment. “Oh, yes. That thing about how long I’ve been in the agency, four freak’in years. Enough to gain some professionalism and wisdom in the field.” “Blimey. An arrogant fuck, isn’t he?” “Yeah, Edward he is. He seemed to be ever since he and I boarded the plane.” John leads his friend to the rails of the metal fence circling the park when they finally reach rode the iron fence both men lean against it looking to the river. “James. How are we gonna work this? The German authorities will be looking for people sleuthing around for this jet if you and I are seen by the crew, it’s all over.” “I was told General Blackman has inside s in the German Armed Forces who might help things go smoothly.”

“Yeah, well. I was told don’t expect help from them or anyone else in this mission of hide and seek.” John glances at Ellis, then hands him one of his cigarettes before lighting it. “In order to help find this jet someone is going to have to help us. I was told to stay out of sight and do surveillance, if anything. Staying out of sight is the key word without having the women see us just locating where they are is the mission. Our comes in late when the jet is located.” It wasn’t long before Agent Yarlin res both men. Ellis and John turn in his direction as he to leans his body against the railing looking back on the park. Fernardez. “We need someone to fly us over the area where the two fighter jets were discovered that’s something I don’t think Blackman or Otterman thought of.” “I have someone who can do that.” Yarlin’s subtle tone of voice reaches Fernardez ears. “Are you two willing to deal with him as a team player or not?” Fernardez, now finished with his cigarette then peers outward in thought with Yarlin impatiently squirming about. Suddenly, he blurts out. “For God sakes, Barn give me an answer.” Ellis knew Fernardez made it his business to think a situation through even if it took a longer than a few moments to respond. The Latin agent’s eyes roll upward like a man-eating shark ready to open up and take a bite of, Yarlin standing next to him. He continues facing the river even as he speaks. “Listen, Yarlin. Why don’t you just shut the fuck up for a moment.?” Don’t worry. You willn’t miss out on any of the fun.” Ellis hangs his head smiling. “I hate to interrupt this lovely conversion you and the young lad are having going. However, we still haven’t come to some conclusion on how we’re about to handle this mission.”

“First of all. We’ll use the disguises we used before just in case there is some unwanted between the flight crew and us. Secondly. Surveillance will take top priority in our work until we know what we are dealing with.” Yarlin. “What are you two talking about? We find the freak’in jet I believe that is what this mission is all about not attempting to disguise ourselves.”

“I know what he’s talking about, lad that’s all that matters. What Barn is saying makes sense.” Edward finishes his cigarette plucking outward he moves between John and Yarlin. “It’s simple about as simple as you seem to be. We were disguised as aerospace designer technicians when we first met with the jet’s crew . If they just happen to see us again our cover will not be totally blown… You got it?” Yarlin, turning in a circle then stops to face both men. “What about me? They will see me as a new face that will cause suspicions.” “I don’t know what your agency had in mind when they assigned you to work with me, and to tell you the truth, I don’t give a rat’s ass. If they handed you some type of cover then use it, we’ll play along.” “Your friend doesn’t like being ignored.” “Yeah, well. He’ll get over it. From the way it looks he’s going to be a pain in the ass.” John takes a deep breath, before leading his friend Ellis along fence’s railing. “James, me boy. First, thing in the morning. I want you and your friend over to meet me at the airport around noon.” “He’s not my friend.” John corrected.” Ellis responds. “Sorry. That just slipped out.” John replies. “Now that you made your apologies, Jimmy. I have someone who will personally take us to no tickets required.” Ellis places his hands on Fernardez’s shoulders then leans forward embracing him as a family member before patting his back. “It’s nice to see you again, ol’boy. All thought this maybe truly the last time we work together.” He turns in the direction Agent Yarlin seated on one of the park benches brewing. “It’s been nice meeting you, bloke. Let’s hope this meeting proves worth it.” He yells. Yarlin gives a disapproving stare. “You know, James. You really must have your agency have more cheerfully partners working with you that guy is the pits.” Ellis once again pats his friend on the back. John knew Edward like a book in some ways he was a bit jealous of the young

agent assigned to work with his old friend but wouldn’t outwardly say it his taunting and smart remarks showed clearly Ellis’s close friendship. “Your friend is a rude bastard.” John was just minutes from ing Yarlin when Edward made his remarks. “I would have thought we would be working with someone a bit more refine and intelligent.” “Like British agents in the movies?” “Something like that, James.” Fernardez watched Edward crossing one of the three walk ways leading from the park before vanishing in the crowd.

CHAPTER SEVEN

FINDING THE CHARIOT OF GODDESSES

“Let me tell you a little something about, Agent Edward Ellis. He gets the job done which is the most important thing. Secondly. He’s a cunning bastard, if you wish to use that word.” “Are you finished?” “No. I would trust him with my Goddamn life if I had to. Can I say the same for you?” Fernardez was standing in front of his unwanted assistant, with his hands firmly in his pants’ pockets. “We have a plane to catch tomorrow noon so you better prepare yourself for a good night’s sleep.” Tilting his head in the direction of the hotel they had ed in. It was a long walk back to the hotel. Yarlin said little if anything at all on the way. London was just as Fernardez had pictured it some years ago, with little changes the people were friendly the living was expensive the sights were picture rest. Both agents were now approaching the hotel Yarlin stops to face Fernardez. “Hey, look. I am not very good at apologizing so let me put it this way.” John continues facing the hotel with guests working their way in and out of it. “I heard so much about you, sort to speak. Some of it good some bad.” “Go on, Agent Yarlin. I am sure there is a catch somewhere.” “No, catch. I heard about some of your missions and the mishaps that you had. Those things happen in this business I know that. Coming to the point I would just like to say I am sorry for the way I acted, back there in the park.” John finally cuts his eyes on him.

“Apology accepted. This is what I want you to .” John faces the agent fully. “You can’t go by all that shit they trained you in the academy it doesn’t always work in the field. Sometimes you much do what you think will help get things done, Ellis and I know that very well. I willn’t tell you what to do, it will be up to you to decide what is best you just make sure if it should come down to my life or Edward’s you do what is best, got it?” John turns abruptly for the hotel’s main entrance.

LONDON AIRPORT, NOON OF THE FOLLOWING DAY. John and Yarlin stand waiting for Ellis’s arrival outside the crowded terminal. Fernardez had hopes Edward hadn’t gone back to his old ways with his drinking the Englishman was true to his word and is seen walking through the terminal smiling with his arms open wide. “Well, good morn’in, Gents. Are we all set and ready to go?” Yarling said nothing to the question standing with two bags in his hands. “Is that a way to treat someone who’s about to help you, Lad? Our private plane is ready docked at gate number nineteen. I hope we all have our identification papers.” Fernardez. “Good morning, Edward. You will have to forgive my friend and I say that loosely. He hasn’t had his coffee cup of cheer this morning. “Not to worry. We can still have time to get some before we depart.” “Look you two.” Yarlin rolls his eyes upward. “It’s nice to see you both are such close friends, something I was informed about since our last meeting. “The best of friends don’t forget that, mate.” Ellis begins leading Fernardez and Yarlin to the departure gate.

“I told, Mr. Barn I was sorry for the way I acted yesterday in the park. So can we get this show on the road, now?” “It’s good to see you do have some noble traits about you and I must say I acted out of turn as well. I guess that makes us even.” Edward smiles then jets his hand outward with Yarlin shaking it. “It didn’t take long for me to gather a few items

for the trip since this it’s going to be a short one… hopfully.” Ellis was traveling light he usual did on his assignments the less the British agent carried the less he would have to worry about grabbing in an emergency he and John both believed it the theory of appearing more like businessmen than tourists carrying only the tools of their trade carefully conceal amongst the normal items’ travelers would carry. The three agents soon boarding the twin-engineer air craft docked not far from the terminal. They stroll casually to the back looking on the interior colored with eggshell white carpeting with beige leather seats. Minutes late, with Edward not far behind him the pilot emerges from the cockpit section a man in his middle fifties, small build with thinning hair and a cheerful attitude. He and Edward had been friends for many years in the service of British Intelligence secretly flying agents to their destination much NSA’s pilot known only as, Joe. He walks slowly down the aisles smiling. “Hello, gents. My name is Stafford I’ll be your pilot on you travel. If there’s anything you need just ask. As my friend will tell you this plane has all the comforts you can imagine.” The then turns briefly to Ellis with his back toward John and Yarlin. “Well, Edward. It’s been some time since we’ve met last. I take it these are the two chaps you were speaking about.” “Stafford. The chap behind you is Agent James Barn the United State National Security Agency. The other is Agent Yarlin, Central Intelligence.” “We go on a first name bases around here, gentlemen. In this business while in the field you don’t have first names. However, amongst those we are working closely with, it polite to have them know it.” Stafford directed his gaze on Agent Yarlin who hesitated in giving his fully name it was Fernardez who soon reinforces the pilot’s inquiry. “Why not give us your fully name or is it you don’t like it?” “Just call me, Yarlin.” The agent replies staring at John briefly. All right, just Yarlin it is.” The Stafford shrugs. “As I stated before, feel free to indulge in the comforts of the plane. Once I receive proper takeoff instructions we will be on our way.” Stafford briefly cuts his eyes on his British friend as he inches by then whispers. “Touchy young bugger, isn’t he?”

“That’s what I say, Stafford.” The plane was now two hours into its flight Agent Yarlin sets looking out on the ing clouds with Fernardez and Ellis glancing ever so often in his way. Stafford enters the enger’s section again having his copilot taking over then offers the men refreshments. John held in his hand the trusting drink he had concocted named especially for himself an Island Maiden usually it would have been eighty percent dark Jamaican rum with a dash of fruit punch and two cubes of ice along with a lime seated on the edge of the glass John had varied slightly from the mixture and made it stronger.

Ellis naturally tries to restrain himself from the urge to take a drink, Agent Yarling totally refuse to consume anything closely resembling alcoholic drinks. As the pilot returns to cockpit Fernardez turns again to the young agent still looking outward on the clouded skies. “Hey, Yarlin. Edward and I are on first name bases it wouldn’t hurt you to lighten up a little. So what is your first name?” “Yet, Yank. It can’t be worse than mine.” Edward adds. “Look. Maybe I don’t want to reveal that information had you thought of that?” “Reveal? This isn’t some kind of interrogation.” Yarlin’s head slowly turns in John’s direction. “It’s a matter of working with someone you know so you can forget all the bullshit about revealing information, specially when it comes to working with us. It is not as if it’s top secret sooner or later someone is bound to reveal it.” A soft sigh emerges from the CIA agent’s lips. “Okay, okay. My name is Karol Yarlin, Karol with a K not a C. My father must have thought he was being funny or either he was drunk when he named me. It sounds like some girl’s name so I don’t use it. Is that a good enough answer?” “Blimey. It does seem odd one bit. I knew someone whose name was, Carrol mind you it was the bloke’s last name.” Yeah, well. That’s not my last name it’s my first are you both satisfied.” Turning

to the window again Yarlin places his finger to the side of his face. “That explains why you don’t say much but look don’t feel bad. My ol’man wanted a girl. I guess I gave him a blood surprise with all the extras hanging down. That’s why he changed my name from Edwina to Edward. From what my dear ol’mom said I looked more like a bloody girl than a boy, when I was born.” Edward chuckles then stops abruptly. “Can’t see how that came about.” Ellis’s last remark was said it with a straight face for the first time John hears Yarlin chuckle to himself it was softly made but he and Edward heard it clearly. Minutes later the three men let out with a loud burst of laughter the lighter side of the young agent now revealed on the last leg of the trip the three agents become closer friends than ever. They land in East Berlin with a military sedan waiting outside the terminal gates in it along with two others was a slender man in uniform Captain Hons LeVan the , General Blackman spoke of. He greets them with a hand shake then escorts them to the waiting car. Captain LeVan walks several steps ahead of the three men with his hands behind his back every once and a while looking on the ground. “I have been informed of your arrival and so I know why you are here. I am the only person to have had with your General Blackman who also stated this is to take place covertly.” “Does that create a problem on your end, Captain?” John asks. “Somewhat. Only if my country knows I am in involved in your investigation. You know of course I can not give you any direct assistants if things should go wrong I am sure you are aware of that as well.” “That was made very clear. The thing is, if we do find the whereabouts of the jet or who is behind its hijacking, someone will have to act on our findings.” “Of course. Then and only then will help be provided.”

Ellis. “That sounds a bit one sided to me. We do the bloody work your country gets the credit. What about the bloke in the car, Captain?” “That my friend is something you much take care of which is no problem. There

are many rental car establishments here all you need do is chose one.” Captain LeVan was now standing near his sedan with the driver seemingly unaware of his presents. As he moves to the driver’s door LeVan turns to face his three arrivals as they prepare to climb inside. “Mr. Cortell, Mr. Peterson. I am afraid my manners were lost in our meeting who is this young man accompanying you?”.” “Patrick Newman, sir.” Yarlin works his way inside the car. Once settled in the rear seat he leans over with his hand extended in the Captain’s direction. “You can just call me, Newman.” One thing Edward Ellis could clearly see and approved of was Karroll Yarlin was a fast thinker much like himself in awkward situations coming quickly up with factious names. “Mr. Newman. Welcome to East . Our mutual friend whom we will not mention, said you may wish to look at the site where our fighter jets were discovered.” LeVan cut his eyes on Ellis first then, John Fernardez. He made sure the soldiers with him would not speak a word of his involvement in the agent’s covert investigation he enforces it having them believing the incident with the dead fighter pilots was the reason for the agents being there. “My government was reluctant in having outsiders intervening in the investigation of our pilots’ deaths.” Fernardez. “We understand. We just want to help in resolving this and bring the truth to the surface. As you know we are here representing Aerotech they believe the deaths of your pilots could be connected to the Zodiac’s disappearance. Is it possible we can take a look at the wreckage today, before it gets dark?” “Why, of course. That’s why I have come to welcome you.” The German soldier settles himself securely in the enger’s seat, next to his driver then looks back on his three engers. “With the world drawing its sights closely on the events of the project jet for now we be able to focus on this unfortunate incident that has taken place.” Later after moments of pleasant conversion Captain LeVan orders his driver to pull along the side of the road. They arrived at the abandon airfield in the distance the men could still see charred markings where the fighter jets once were with large burnt sections of grass revealed clearly the horrible deed that had taken place. Ellis and Fernardez were the first to emerge from the sedan they

walk in the direction of the incident. “The local German people believe the cause of what happened to the jets was some sort of mechanical malfunction.” “Who gave them that idea, Edward?” “Their Government of course. The same bullshit our Governments hand their own only we get the true inside scoop.” Ellis looks about the field. It was for sure the German Military made ever effort to clear things up removing the two jets then picking up what remained however some evidence were still lingering about. They glance down on the ground hoping to find any signs revealing the direction of the Zodiac and its crew it was a known fact the jet had landing there since it was seen on other tracking monitors beside the complex in .

“You will have to pardon the conditions of the road and portions of the field. As you can see there was a removal crew here to take our fighter jets from the premises before curious locals came. If there were any clues they could be lost.” LeVan remarks. Fernardez. “Considering the Zodiac could hover once it was taken the hijackers could very well have used it in their escape, without leaving any.” His eyes scan the landscape they stop in the direction of several trees with broken branches dangling. “Was there any construction being done here, lately?” “No. Although this is an abandon field it is maintained by a private contractor who mainly takes care of the overgrown grass and weeds. Why do you ask?” “Those trees over there, Captain.” Fernardez hand extends in the direct of the trees several yards from where he and the Captain were standing. “Some of the branches show there was something heavy like some type of equipment that might have come from that direction. If it was one of your military vehicles it was a long way from clearing up here.” “Like a huge truck?” Ellis remarks.

Fernardez. “Yeah, something like that.” The four men were stood just outside of the wooded area. there were still traces of the huge tow truck Carver and his men used in their murderous deeds something, Captain LeVan nor his driver notice in the dimly light of the day. “How long as the field been here, Captain?” “I would have to say this field has been deserted for more then six years, Mr. Peterson. As you can see most of the runway’s asphalt has been removed it is covered over mostly by dirt. I take it you and Mr. Cortrell have some sort of clues to this mystery?” “Yeah, a flat bed truck.” John remarks looking on the remaining tracks dug deep in the partially damp ground. “This is a long shot but I think our hijackers removed the jet on a flat bed truck to keep anyone from seeing it fly out of the area, they’re smart. From what I personally heard there is no way of taking command of the aircraft without one of its crew placing their hands on the hatches security scanning device. I would say to make sure of they clean getaway the hijackers had your pilots rendezvous here during the night.” Yarlin. “Captain. What he said sounds reasonable judging from these tracks, if they are not one of your own vehicles, a flatbed would be the method taken. How far from here is the Aerotech complex?” “I would say about twenty or twenty-six miles from where we are standing. There is another Army base not far from there, as well. Perhaps, someone took notice of the convoy yet paid little attention to it. It’s not unusual for military or civilian trucks to along these roads.” Ellis. “You might be right since it wasn’t reported.” looking up the road in the direction the Captain reported the complex was. “Something is definitely wrong with this picture. No one reported seeing the jet nor even checked on it location and yet you have two burnt out fighter jets who escorted it here.” “My friend is right, Captain. Unless those fighter pilots acted in secrecy with General Holsmon someone on the base would have sent a team out here to find them sooner. I want to check the area where the fighter jets were. There is still a chance of finding pieces of what type of explosives were used to cover up the crime, sort to speak.”

The Captain glances on his watch, then turns in the direction of the car. It was getting dark and there would be a few more hours of daylight leave. “I hate to rush you gentlemen. but I have a base of my own to maintain.” John and Ellis were almost near the burnt section of the runway. Can I offer you some refreshments at the local pub? I still have a little time left.” Fernardez never turns back he waves his hand acknowledging the Captain’s remarks then signals him asking for a few minutes to finish looking on the site of the murders. Ellis tags along like a small boy following his bigger brother his head turning in ever direction of the air field. “What do you hope to find, James? We know whoever killed those poor bastards are long gone, it’s where we don’t know about.” “I am hoping to find out how professional our hijacker were. This is not just an ordinary setup I am thinking either our murderous friends were military or wellskilled assassins. There were still small fragments of each one of the jets lying about the air field signs the German government had not surveyed it completely with his hands moving along the burnt grass, Fernardez continues his search until he discovers pieces of what caused the explosion. “Not the usual kind of stuff I would have expected.” “C-4?” Edward asks gazing on the object John held in his hand with some sort of gel like substance. “Perhaps a mixture. There were small amounts of mercury used with some highly flammable substance it would take an expert to really determine what it is. This part of the investigation is out of my field, if you pardon the phase. One thing for damn sure our thriving friends have somewhere close by to hide their stolen property.” Yarlin. “I say there are two places to look the military base the Captain mentioned or the Aerotech facility itself. Where else could a jet like that be taken without anyone suspecting a thing?” “Jimmy, my boy. The lad has a good point.” Captain LeVan’s voice is heard

calling the agents back to the waiting car again. John had nothing more to work with as far as clues he did however realize in order to take the jet and its crew there would have been several vehicles involved along with a huge flatbed truck. He and Edward shrug their shoulders then walk back to the Captain with their hands in their pockets. “I hope I have been of some help to you, gentlemen even though matters here in my opinion seem at a loss.” LeVan’s eyes turn to the grounds where John Fernardez had come from. “The task ahead is finding out if any of the soldiers on the military base happened to have noticed our missing air craft or anything unusual in their travels. Ellis. “Or a truck large enough to accommodate such a craft. We thought about checking that base you mentioned along with the Aerotech facility.” The Captain’s driver moves to the rear enger section of the sedan opening the doors for the agents to climb inside the Captain soon follows. He glances again on his Swiss-made watch it would be nightfall his men would be turning in for the evening. “Ah. I have still have enough time to treat all of you to a drink, before bidding you good day.” LeVan remarks. “There is a nice German pub not far from here.” “I don’t know General, maybe some only… .”

“Hey don’t worry about me, James.” Ellis says suddenly. “I can get use to coffee or tea.” Yarlin, who had returned to stayed with the Captain during John’s investigation of the airfield, smiles then speaks cheerfully. “That sounds good to me. I could use something strong right about now. Besides, this is my first time in I have heard much about it yet never had the chance to tour it.” “I thought you didn’t drink.” “This will be an exception, Mr. Cortell.” After one hour of laughter and conversion in the pub Captain LeVan drives the

three agents to a small hotel outside of the mainstream of the city one Fernardez knew quite well there he and his fellow agents would spend part of the day planning their next move. LeVan steps from the car then allows the three agents to exit before shaking their hands. “Like I stated to you before.” Le Van looks back on his two soldiers seated in the car. “If and when you find the Zodiac only then will my country’s military intervene. During your operation there will be no between us nor help if you should run into a problem. I hope you gentlemen take in the sights during all of this.” The Captain’s departure was without wasted time the agents watched as his car makes its way along the partially paved streets soon rounding the bend. Fernardez. “We plan to do something like that. I want to thank for what you have done thus far. Agent Yarlin do Edward and I a favor. Go inside and make reservations for three rooms while I speak with him in private for a moment.” Fernardez waits until the young agent is inside then turns to Ellis knowing long before arriving at the hotel Edward had something on his mind. “Now, tell me what you were thinking on the way here.” “The complex. If the military base is not far from it surely as you said, someone would have seen the jet being carted off. Besides, the Captain said that road is well traveled civilians ing by would think it was something the military had going on.” “So you still think the complex is where we should start looking even after the Germans checked it out. What if we don’t find anything? That leads us back to Price’s idea, something I hate to think about.” “Stop and think, ol’boy. These Aerotech people are a private concern with a contract as well as funding approved by the UN. Do you think for one minute local military installations such as Captain Le’Van’s would be fully informed what is going on. Hell, Aerotech built their bloom’in structures to suit themselves there is not telling how many hidden areas they have in their complexes. What about that Wilkinson chap?” John thought about it. Sterling Wilkenson concealing a secondary hangar or space next to where the super jet was docked. He wasn’t to thrilled in having someone nosing around it not even, Paula Winslow and the other crew .

“How far did the Captain say the complex was?” Ellis switched his weight to from one leg to the other. “Twenty or twenty-six miles.” Just then Yarlin returns smiling. His smile continues to grace his face as he stands between both men. “Okay, guys. What the hell is up with you two?”

“Listen, lad. Barn and I have something in mind some night work if you would. Are you game?” “Sure. When?” “Tomorrow night eight o’clock. Do you have dark clothing?” John asks. “No, but I can get something that’s no problem.” Ellis. “Good. For now let’s settle in. I have some equipment with me that I am sure we’ll need. James. You still carry those night vision lenses?” “Like a time piece.” Fernardez smiles looking down on his luggage. “I have a few more things to that may come in handy.” “Then that seems to be it. Between eight o’clock and eight thirty no later, Gents We need the time to find the complex then a place to do our surveillance.” “You both sound as if you’re going inside. I thought your job was to stay out of sight and do your surveillance from a distances.” “We will, lad.” Karroll raises any eyebrow. “See this is where you come into play. You infiltrate, as it were, the complex then gather what information you can, we will talk more about what type later. James and I will observe your progress from a distances.” “There’s a catch to this plan, I can feel it.” Fernardez touches Yarlin’s shoulder then leads him into the hotel where he and Ellis would brief the young agent on their agendas. It was possible Doctor Sterling had warned the other facilities not to allow John or Edward on the grounds for fear they would continue their

flirtatious advances on the jet’s crew member, Yarlin would be a new face least suspected of such actions.

THE AEROTECH COMPLEX, HANGER FIVE. The Zodiac is being prepared for a mission not of its own it sets alone in the hangar with a group of men moving about it while Carver, Van Dorne and Clardaire watch impatiently for the technicians to finish their work. The Zodiac, just as in Sterling Wilkenson’s hangar, had been carefully concealed in a section below the hangar’s floor out of sight of prying eyes. Just as Ellis had mentioned in his conversion with John, there were sections of the Aerotech complexes that were unknown to the countries they were built in. From the main entrance doors leading from the main building to the hangar four men dressed in orange and black flight suits approach the jet they are stopped by, Van Dorne who hands one of them a large folded piece of paper. “You know what to do?” She remarks. “This is the first target we want to strike once that is done the World will soon take notice of the monster they helped create.” She turns to the crew working on the jet seemingly bewildered with its advance technology of the aircraft. “What is taking you so long?” “We have tried everything we can think to open these doors, Miss Van Dorne for some reason it’s not working. The security system is beyond us.” “M’s Van Dorne.” Clardaire leans closer. “I have an idea about how to by the system, one that would seem obvious. It’s been programed to respond to the crew only. It could also be only one of the women has initial access inside. Why don’t we ask them who is the key personnel with the code? Let them do the work for us.”

“You are very perceptive, Mr. Clardaire. Get the pilots down here bring the black woman here, first. She seems to be a softer target possibly more valuable since she’s the lead-pilot.” Moments later Paula Winslow is hustled from her prison room with Jean Roberts following moments later escorted by, Arron Carver. They soon stand amongst the gathering pondering their fate with Carver watching the female master mind

question the two women. Van Dorne faces Jean Roberts after her questioning, Winslow. “Tell me, my dear. How do you get this jet of yours open?” Roberts. “Didn’t you think of that before you hijacked us? What if we were killed in your attempts? The Zodiac would be not use to you, right?” “It would appear the would be the case. However, you are not dead and I was hoping to by your system in some way without your assistance. Unfortunately, my men are unable to do so. As far as you being killed, I wouldn’t press your luck.” Clardaire moves in front of his employer. His hand jets out grabbing Jean’s suit. “Just tell us how to open the damn thing.” Removing his gun seconds later kicking a round in the chamber. “Kill us and you’ll never get it open. It’s obvious you think we are the only ones who can do it killing us would cause you more grieve and hard work.” “Now, Mr. Clardaire. She is quite right. Let’s not be too hasty I would prefer they volunteer the information rather than force it out of them. Let us start this conversion over again, shall we.” Van Dorne stares coldly into Paula Winslow’s eyes. “How do you open the hatch, my dear?” “It’s finger print identification sensitive. If you force it the jet will shuttle down then a signal is given along with its location device.” “You see, Mr. Clardaire. We don’t want that to happen it would ruin all we have accomplished so thus far. Now Professor Winslow would you and the lovely copilot be nice enough to place your fingers on the control box and we can get this affair over with that is unless you are the only crew member, who has control of the hatch.” “Don’t do it Paula.” Roberts suddenly moves forward having Georgio grab her waist restraining her movement. “Once they have the jet our lives aren’t worth the spit I would use on them. You should have let them bust the damn door in so someone would find us.” Clardaire uses the butt end of his weapon to strike Roberts midsection sending her bending fully over.

“You, bastard.” She painfully utters holding her stomach. “You’re pretty brave with that gun in your hand or are you trying to show off for this woman you’re working for?” “I don’t need to show off for anyone, bitch. I have killed my share of loud mouth winches like you and loved it so if you wish to remain breathing, shut the fuck up.” Jean spits down on her tormentor’s shoes before focusing on Winslow again. “That was our chance of escape Paula you just gave them a reason to kill us. You are suppose to be trained for this shit knowing what to do in case something like this did take place.” Winslow stood with thoughts swirling thought her mind about what Roberts had just said she had never been in an actual hostage situation although she and the others were trained for such possible things she never conceived it would really happen. As Jean continues her sobbing softly out for Winslow not to cooperate she is pulled away by Van Dorne’s female henchmen.

Ingrid strolls slowly toward the frightened woman then lifts her head upward. “You know as the leader of this crew you’re responsible for their well being. I can see you and your second-in-command are true leaders, not followers. As for you I can see you care more about your crew’s lives than some mere jet that can be duplicated. However, I would think very carefully about the choices you make in the near future.” Winslow. “What if she is right no longer being useful? Once you get the door open the jet is yours to do what you please that means our lives are over.” “Let me explain something to you and I want you to this, I keep my promises. If I say you and the others will not be unharmed, that is exactly what I mean as long as you do not have me change that.” Paula glances briefly on the jet. “What will you do with it once it’s open?” “That is something you shouldn’t concern yourself with. The only thing I want from you is to gain access and instruct my men on some of its technology from that point, it’s up to us.”

Jean watches as Winslow hesitantly makes her way to the wing section of the jet then to the cockpit hatch. She looks back on her fellow pilot shaking her head before placing her index finger on the unlit security pane that soon turns green with the sound of the air tight door slowly slides open allowing, Winslow access. Paula slides from the wing section to the hangar floor as Van Dorne’s four crew stand watching. Van Dorne. “That wasn’t too hard, was it? Now you and your fellow pilot can go back to your room whether you know it or not you actually saved your companions lives. I would have questioned each one until I finally discovered who would be able to open the hatch. That questioning could have been rather painful.” As Winslow and Roberts are escorted back to their rooms Jean turns to her in anger. “Why. Why did you go and do that? You don’t know jack shit about these people nor what they are about to do. This means we haven’t got a pray in the world of staying alive no matter what that simple bitch said about not harming us.” “And if I didn’t reveal that information you and the others would be dead, anyway, possibly sooner.” “Didn’t you learn that in our training? Hell, she promised not to harm us and you fell for that dumb shit. Damn, Winslow.” Jean is heard sucking her teeth. “Professor Orlandis worked many years developing that jet then picking its crew. She chose your dumb ass as the lead pilot.” “What would you have me do? Would you prefer being dead or gain at least more some time to figure a way out?” Jean shakes her head. “Girl. You just don’t get it. You sealed our fate with what you just did back there. I hope this makes you’re satisfied cause it sure as hell doesn’t make me feel that way. I would rather die than allow them to take the Zodiac.” Once back in their prison room Roberts waste no time telling the other about what had taken place but her anger was not shared by all of the women. Out of the twelve there were five who thought Paula did the right thing at least they were still alive.

Two nights later, Paris an commercial airliner leaving with 358 engers aboard leaving Paris on its way to England. The plane was five hours into its flight under overcast skis when the pilot makes a call to England’s Liverpool Airport reporting an unidentified aircraft on its screen. The air traffic controller in Liverpool glances on her screen noticing the two aircraft coming dangerously close to one another one bigger than the other. The pilot continues his distress call describing the object as a UFO that was hovering in his path with that the woman notifies her superior who comes racing over to the monitor. “What the hell is that?” The man draws closer to the screen then looks into the woman’s eyes. “It’s just standing there as if it is waiting for the airliner to hit it.” “I don’t know, sir. It just appeared on the monitor some minutes ago. It’s not moving as you can see and I doubt seriously if it is helicopter at that attitude.” “Open an airway let’s see if we can raise that aircraft or whatever it is.” The controller tries several times to radio the jet hovering mysteriously in front of the airliner receiving no response. She turns again gazing on the man standing over her shoulder. “They’re not responding, sir. What do we do now?” Looking on the screen now showing only the airliner the man’s mouth drops. It was only minutes ago there were two objects on a collision course with each other a few minutes from disaster. “What the hell happened? The damn thing is gone.” “Sir, that’s impossible. It was just several miles ahead of the enger jet. It couldn’t have vanished that quickly. The only reason I can think of is it would have to dropped below our radar that would mean lowering its attitude.” “Well, it’s not there is it? Her supervisor prepares to walk away when the controller suddenly grabs his arm. “Sir. It’s back, again. This time it is behind the enger jet.” “Let me check your equipment this could be happening because of some faulting wiring or perhaps it is the weather conditions.” As the man begins checking the monitors along with other electrical systems the pilot of the enger jet calls again his voice was of panic. All of the controllers merge on the woman seated with her superior gazing on her monitor the airway was loud enough for all those

in the room to hear what they heard was the Captain of the airliner almost yelling out for help. The screen showed the liner being followed closely by the mysterious aircraft it wasn’t long before the tower calls for the British Air Force to intervene since now the what was taking place was in their airspace. As the call is made the female controller watches the screen intensely on her monitor all aircraft appeared as green triangular shapes. The two objects continue their course covering hundreds of miles over large portions of Europe drawing closer to England. Suddenly the room fills with the screams coming from the enger aboard the French jet as the pilot yells out the details of what was occurring. It becomes even more horrifying when the controllers heard the pilot and copilot speak in panicking tones to one another as they gaze down on their instrument . “My controls are not responding.” The copilot remarks. “We’re out of control and power. We’re going down.” That was the late thing the controllers heard from the airliner reports before the sound of the plane crashing to the ground cuts the silence of the control room.

The woman controller along with others in the room witness the climactic incident the airliner was no longer seen on the monitor. They had seen the liner descending quickly from the monitor’s screen the other aircraft working its way across Europe in the direction of the German border vanishing moments later before reaching it. After a moment of gathering their composer all the controllers wander back to their assigned work areas except for the humming of equipment the control tower was silent. It was like a science fiction horror movie with aliens attacking the innocent before a massive invasion coursing a cliff hangar hanger effect the controllers had the feeling their cliff hangar was over in fact they believed more horror would soon occurred in other portions of the world, their fears would soon be seen as correct. From the other side of the room a young man who was instructed to call the military, stands still holding the phone in his hand. “Sir.” He says turning to his superior. “I have the Air Force on the line. What do you want me to tell them?” “Tell them to hold for a moment until we confirm the matter maybe give some directions on this UFO.” Taking his hands and brushing his hair back nervously the senior controller glances on the screen again to notice the object was gone the screen clear. “We have lost whatever it was. Let the Air Force know the

unidentified objective is gone and that we can not trace it. We have lost the airliner and all the engers aboard it the only thing to do now is to send out a search party for survivors, if any.” It wasn’t long before the news media got a hold of the disaster but it was regarded as a malfunction in the airliner’s engines with nothing else to dispute it until then a team of rescuers retrieve the remains of the engers who were aboard it would be some time before the true evidence was revealed. One thing for sure, it was never thought the thing on the screen was the Zodiac. News of the super jet’s disappearance was slowly fading but not fully forgotten back in the US, General Blackman and other military had not forgotten about their futuristic project jet for one moment. It was always the theory the super jet could have ended in the wrong hands to become a nightmare. With no way of ing either of the three agents in it was going to be a waiting game one the US and Great Britain had hopes wouldn’t take too long. The deaths of the engers on the downed commercial jet had drawn an investigation to by British authorities as well as Paris officials. What Ellis had expressed in his chief’s office had come true Great Britain was in the news along with the main focus however remained on the German government. John and Yarlin set in the small lobby of the hotel listening to the broadcast while Edward did some investigating of his own. Yarlin. “What do you think of this? Turning to Fernardez with a cup of German Chocolate in his hands. “Is it the Zodiac or someone causing some unnecessary and useless shit?” “The only UFO that I can think of right now, and I hope I’m wrong, is the Zodiac. Very few people have seen it and its design would easily give the impressions of some out-of-this-world space craft. As I see it someone is using that jet to gain recognition if so, they’re doing a damn good job of it.” “This night surveillance you and Ellis were talking about is to survey the facility that much I know. The thing is once you do, what’s the deal?”

John turns looking on the room before returning his attention to the young agent. The word surveillance should have meant something to Yarlin but on the other hand infiltration of the complex could include closer observations. Karroll was

informed of his role in their planning it seemed simple enough. “For the moment we plan to just look the grounds over and see if the jet was even taken there. Right about now I have no fucking idea what else we may find.” “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see what happens.” Yarlin finishes his chocolate then pushes the cup to the center of the table before standing to his feet. “I’m going to get some shuteye. Let me know when you and your friend are ready to leave.” The following day after several hours of his investigation Ellis returns to the hotel with another rented jeep. He had driven about the countryside scowling it until he knew exactly where the complex was. Edward had asked question of the Military Base about seeing any trucks coming or going from the abandon airfield along with any heading in the direction of the Aerotech installation he also found a suitable place to setup for their nightly surveillance of the facility a wooded area two hundred yards from the complex’s main fence with plenty of trees and brush to conceal his presents. That night around eight thirty the three agents pile their equipment into the jeep then make their way to the Aerotech complex with the jeep’s headlights out and only one mile and a half miles away the jeep slowly works its way along the dark road until it comes to Ellis’s surveillance point. “Well, lads this is it.” Ellis ducks his head then looks out of the windshield on the well-lighted grounds of the complex. “This is where we take it on foot.” Yarlin. “Edward. I know this may sound crazy. Why are we doing this at night? I would think the daylight hours would suit us better more can be seen.” “Yeah. Including us.” John remarks turning around in his seat to Yarlin seated in the rear. “Well, my man. To answer your bloody question.” Ellis continues gazing outward his hands fixed firmly on the steering wheel. “Just little our stealth bomber I figure if anyone is trying to keep this thing in secret they would fly it out sometime during the night then return it the following night. Since the attack on that airliner did occur around this time it is conceivable that is the routine of our hijackers. Does that make good sense to you, Yarlin?” “I think I am beginning to get the point. Under the cover of darkness you stage

an attack then return the same night or some nights later without having anyone notice.” “Of course.” Ellis smiles. “I think he’s got it, James. Come along gentlemen we have work to do we can do it better over there.” Pointing to a section of woods thick with brushes and undergrowth. As the time goes by the three make themselves at home. Ellis provided coffee and small bits of food he had gotten from the hotel kitchen. John also managed to scrape up a little something to eat although not nearly enough for the three of them. Armed with binoculars, camera equipment and not to mention fire arms, the agents continue keeping a constant watch on the Aerotech complex. After several more hours they noticed no usual activity and were soon disappointed.

Three nights of surveillance under chilly weather conditions and less sleep seem to have unsuccessful results Yarlin checks in with his agency relaying his findings to his superior, Chief Richard Price. With the news media and the President’s investigative board on his and Otterman’s back and Price’s they needed something more than negative reports. Franklin Otterman begins to have questions being thrown at him most those questions came from his long time friends, iral Cross of the Navy and Army General Blackman who had suggested Barn be assigned to the mission. Blackman, looking around his office with the phone held close to his ear. “Frank. This whole thing is getting out of hand with the jet still missing now the attack on a French airline jet. Have you heard word from, James yet?” “No. Not yet. If he knew anything I am sure he would have reported in, if he could. Listen Blackman. This is not something you can just correct in a few weeks. Barn and the others with him have ed your resources in and know what that source will and will not do. Barn is working with his hands tired behind him in a matter of speaking.” “I don’t want the shit to hit the fan too hard, Franklin. Not until we come up with some sort of positive answers.” General Blackman continues fumbling with his pen. “I know I have put you in an awkward situation as a friend. Let’s see if we can get to the bottom of this incident before more countries start staring on our friends in .”

“I’ll see what I can do. Give me a few hours to get back with you. I have someone who might be able to reach Barn and the others.” After a few more moments with the General, Otterman makes another call this time to Brigadier General Cromwall who was about to leave his office for the day. A woman staff member rushes down the hallway after receiving the call tries catching the old General’s attention just as he reaches the door. “General. There is someone on land line for you. He said his name is Mr. Meade.” She said catching her breath. “He said it was urgent he speaks with you.” If it was not for the fact he and Francis or Franklin, as Otterman preferred being called was not a close of friend, Cromwall were had ignored the call. He hustles himself back to his office setting his briefcase down then picks up the phone. “Yes, ol’boy. What is it?” “I need to get in with Barn. I know he and Ellis are working together I thought it possible to reach him this way.” “In fact Ellis reported in some days ago.” Cromwall replies. “As far as he and Barn they conducted surveillance on the Aerotech facility to find nothing of interest. I would give them more time since this type of situation require it, you know.” “That’s something we’re running out of, Charles and that is time.” “I don’t know what else to tell you. I can only say this matter is somewhat larger than we anticipated and with the arrangements we made with our sources in , they both are in somewhat of a fix.” “I guess we both put our foot in our mouths on those. The other parties involved are Richard Price who is just as deep in shit as we are. The President is sticking his family jewels in any and all openings we have on our bodies hoping to Saquatch this incident.” Otterman continues speaking while packing up some of the things on his desk, stopping briefly to cradle the phone on his shoulder.

“I understand what you mean, ol’boy. Things aren’t exactly peachy on this end either.” The Brigadier General replies. “I tell you what. If my agent should happen to me again, I want let him know you need to speak with Barn.”

“This is important as you know. I hesitate to say what occurred with that French airliner has something to do with our missing project jet but unfortunately it seems possible. I would also hate to think one or more of its crew had gone sour and have taken control of it for some reason.” “We shall see, Frank. I have to go now the Queen has called a meeting of her own I need to be there.” Cromwall slowly hangs up to continue his way from the building.

LATE NIGHT SOMEWHERE OVER EGYPT, ONE WEEK LATER. Four Egyptian fighters make a routine flight over Egyptian airspace do to the conflict between Israeli and Egyptian forces that were over shadowing what peacefully efforts between them along with the World news of the Zodiac’s possible hijacking and its attack on the French airliner having Egypt quite concerned. However, this was just a training flight for two for the four Egyptian pilots not mean as a routine patrol. Before long the jets separate with a seasoned pilot leading each one of the new pilots over the vas desert terrain as they fly over the landscape below as if they had nothing to do but to enjoy the night sky and the absence of civilization the two pilots soar along landscape rapidly it wasn’t long before the younger pilot spots the Zodiac leveling itself close to the ground. They over it then call to each other with their open air frequency being heard by the others. “This is E-2 to flight leader. Did you just see what I saw?” The young man asks. “Yes, but I don’t know what it was. Let’s turn around and make another .” Again the two jets make another their jets giving off a roaring burst of speed over the hovering craft seen slowly rising to an attitude of 3,000 feet. “This is E-2 to leader. It’s some sort of aircraft one I have never seen before.” The young pilot’s jet was moving too fast for him to return his sights on the Zodiac minutes later he notices the shining reflection of the super jet still not sure of what country it represented now approaching in their direction. “It’s some sort of jet heading straight for us.” “That Israeli bastard.” The senior pilot remarks. “They have crossed the line with their traitoress ways. Ready your missiles I want those sons bitches

knocked out of the sky while they are in our airspace.” The two jets gain speed with camera guided missiles slowly lower on both wing sections of their fighter jets. The Zodiac was still maintaining its speed and approach like a bird of prey it was still maintaining a safe distance enough to dodge anything the fighter jets could offer. The Egyptian fighters launch two of their missiles they stream through the air followed by a trail of white smoke only then did the hijackers in the Zodiac make an effort to maneuver their stolen aircraft from harms way. The missiles soar their way toward their target as the pilots watched on their onboard cameras. They quickly separate and put up to avoid any back lash that would be caused by the explosions

The hijackers time their move perfectly they waited until the missiles reach a certain point then used flares to deflect the oncoming projectiles moments later they use the Zodiac’s jamming device takeover the pilots’ cameras making impossible to direct more guided missiles. Their strategy works the super jet rockets vertically upward until it vanishes amongst what clouds in thin air. The only things the two pilots could see from their jets’ windshields were the flashes coming from where the projectiles had hit harmlessly into the sand dunes ahead Their camera for a brief moment still operable “This is impossible. Where could it have gone? We were on target without visual . This is pilot E-2 to E-1 and all other pilot Units. I am going to search the area again. That Israeli jet has to be still in the here somewhere, I will not leave it until it is shot down.” The young inexperienced pilot was outraged with the through his enemy had outwitted him. Although he and his senior more experienced leader was just as outwitted as he was, that was no comfort. He was separated from the main fighter pilot who had flown along side him there was nothing but empty skies ahead his controls, except for the camera devices, were now working perfectly. The young man’s eyes scan above him and around the landscape below with no visible signs of the target he was looking for. “This is pilot E-2. I am having trouble with the rest of my equipment. There is not telling how fast I am going or directional barring.” The young Egyptian voice was heard clearly by his fellow pilots. Some minutes’ the senior pilot calls

in the same problems the same problem soon becomes a dilemma for the other two remaining jet fighters. The young man glances ahead to see the Zodiac hovering in his path unknown to him it was in between his aircraft and his senior officer’s. “This is my target.” He remarks, preparing to launch two more missiles with the hopes of controlling them using his own sight. “Drop back and fire two more missiles and this time we’ll see if you can dodge them this time.” The hijacks glance on the Zodiac’s defensive devices know now how each and ever button on its consoles works with only a split second to react the Van Dorne’s accomplices use the super jet’s thrusters on the under section to lift upward. Both the Egyptian pilots’ one and two has launched their missiles at their intended target almost at the same time when the super jet rose from between them the horror of what they had done strikes like a hammer to the skull. Not only were their two projectiles heading back toward both fighter jets, they were on a collision course as well. The desert terrain along with its skies sudden fill with the sound of two colliding jets along with the missiles that had exploded minutes before. Debris is scattered along the desert floor with smoke still lingering in the air. The remaining jets heard the explosion even through the thick glass of its cockpits when pilot arrives over the area where the disaster occurred he noticed what was left of his two comrades aircraft. “This is pilot E-3 to E-4. We must find this air craft before the night is over. Keep scowling the area until you see it make no attempts to engage in battle until we are together.” That moment comes in short time as the super jet reveals itself again this time from a sand dune, rockets off then maneuvers in the path of one of the Egyptian fighter pilots. It appeared to be taunting the pilot in taking pursuit waving in and out of the sandy mountains along the desert floor. “This Israeli pilot is making a game of this.”

The Egyptian continues focusing on the huge shiny air craft with anger in his heart. “Fighter leader E-3. My controls are still not working but I can give you an approximate location.” “No, need. I see you and the aircraft. Keep it from turning about or vanishing from sight then release your missiles.” Both jets continue their pursuit but were

not gaining ground the Zodiac, true to its capabilities, was out running the Egyptians. Without the speed there was only one thing to do. Both fighters release two projectiles this time equipped with heat seeking devices there was no way of the Zodiac escaping its fiery fate. The missiles begin trailing the project jet with the two fighters keeping it in sight with only a few seconds left and the projectiles gaining the pilots watch smiling sure they would finally ruin themselves of the threat believed to be an Israeli jet of some kind. “After this we can proudly say our patrol has been a successful one.” The senior pilot remarks. Two huge objects emerge from the Zodiac’s rear section in the way of the oncoming danger the smiles on the faces of the Egyptians soon fade as they witness their missiles veering away from their intended target. There was not enough time for the Egyptian pilots to react nor change their course. Moments later the missiles strike not the Zodiac but the objects that had been released from its rear with the fighter jets caught in the backlash. The deaths of the two pilots was a combination of events the speed in which they were going, the sudden flash from the exploding missiles and their debris that was thrown in their path along with the loose of their fighter jets control systems. Below on the desert floor laid bits and pieces of all four of the jets enough to make it look as if a major confrontation had taken place the Zodiac had truly shown its capabilities at least to the major countries, , England and Egypt the World would now look on each incident as a threat to International peace.

DAYS LATER, THE PENTAGON BUILDING IN WASHINGTON DC. Foreign Affairs Representative and Agent Ryan Bodac stands in front of several agency including those of security departments, the Department of Defense, Military Intelligence, the CIA and NSA and of course the President’s Council. Three hours earlier before the meeting Ryan met with of the UN his meeting was not good and he was not ready nor willing to on what was said. Fumbling with a pencil moving between his fingers, Ryan Bodac rocks his weight on the heels of his shoes before clearing his throat. “Gentlemen.” Still swaying from one side to the other. “I have had a long day so let me make this plain, clear and brief. The of the United Nations are about to put the plug on Operations Zodiac. With the reports coming from those

countries who have been attacked there is not a doubt in the President’s mind or the of the UN this is our project jet doing these attacks.” The President’s lead Representative, Philip Lands sets quietly for a few moments glancing on the other in the room as Ryan continues. “We have a problem that seems to be way out of hand something I know all of you realize. The countries who help find this work are now considering redrawing any further moneys if anything they wish to place those funds in destroying this jet once it is found.” “So who decided to go on with this plug pulling?” Blackman asks.

“As I said. The countries that funded the project. There is no need in naming names.” Price. “What about the Russians? What are they saying about this? I said it in the beginning this was their doing in one form or another.” Ryan turns his head away for a split second then suddenly on Chief Price. “Dammit, Chief Price enough with this Soviet Union bullshit. For your information the Soviets are denying any involvement in this we can their claim. Hell. We’ve been blaming them for things we thought they were up to with no solid proof. What makes you so sure they are up to something now?” “They didn’t want to get involved with the project in the first place, not showing up for the planning process is another reason. Their reluctance is typical on such agendas as peace keeping and from my agents sources, they could be planning something as we speak.” “That means little as fact. Canada and Japan were reluctant in proceeding in this project, as well and we deal with them on an everyday basic. Would you consider them a threat?” “The countries that were attacked were involved in the project.” iral Cross remarks leaning his full weight on the table with his hands claps together. Price. “That makes it worse, iral. As far as they’re concern the project was doomed before it ever started and because they weren’t involved, they also believe that could be one of the reasons they were targeted.” Price ended his theory hoping to also end the meeting.

Bodac loosens his tie before wiping his brow. It was clear to the others as well the President’s Chief Security Advisor, Lands and Foreign Affairs Representative Ryan BoDoc had been drilled to the fullest in his last meeting and was now wary of the whole matter Lands. “I wasn’t amongst you when you assigned agents on this mission to find this Zodiac I really know little about the thing. From what I understand Richard and you, Frank. Have more input on the subject than most, along with the military seated there with us today. I understand you both have agents seeking to find this missing project aircraft. The only thing I want to know from the two of you is this there any results being made?” The Chiefs cut their eyes on each other before Price replies to the question. As usual Otterman was put on the firing line as the reason for any results not coming in a timely fashion. “Agent Yarlin reported in some weeks ago relaying Barn and a British agent were making the plans to conduct some sort of investigation.” Landis. “So the British are involved, as well? “Yes, sir.” “Why is that? I was under the impression you and Otterman were working on this together also that it would not draw the attention of other countries.” “Well, yes. That was the plan but… .” “Obviously there’s something my colleague’s agent doesn’t know about that would explain Barn’s actions in seemingly taking over and planning any further investigations.” Otterman quickly replies. “Sir. Great Britain is just as much involved in this project as the other UN it would seem fitting they help conduct the investigation and search for this project jet. I can assure you the agent working with him is suited for the task and has worked with Agent Barn in the past.”

Landis waits to hear more. Otterman, who had stood to intervene in Price’s attempts to prove the National Security istration’s lack of achieving it’s

agendas seats himself again then calmly leans on the table with his eyes scanning the on the others in the room. “I make no excuses for, Agent Barn’s past actions I will say this much, he knows his job. Gentlemen. The fact is from resent reports the complex in has not yet been investigated nor visited since this mishap having someone check it is the only way of know if the jet is there or not.” Bodac. “Why is that since we know the Zodiac landed somewhere close by?” “He was instructed to do no more than to keep surveillance on the place. So far that his surveillance turned up nothing.” Otterman replies then allows Landis to takeover. “One thing we want not to do.” Landis looks along the seated in the room. “That is to give the German government the idea we don’t believe they did all they could to find the jet.” He then looks toward both Security Chiefs. “Even though Aerotech is a private firm it has the protection of those countries where their complexes are located. The only way we can force our way onto their property is through those countries local jurisdictions. If either Agent Barn or Agent Yarlin are caught infiltrating the complex bases it’s their ass, and I say that in earnest.” General Blackman. “Sir. I think both men know that. Agent Barn, I am sure will find away of getting into the complex indiscreetly if he has to.” “As indiscreet as a fagot on a football team.” Price softly murmurs. Landis pauses before speaking his eyes looking on the seated at the table and those seated behind them. “I only have this to say about this whole mess. The President wants answers on his desk I am the man who has to answer to him. Otterman, Price. The next time you hear from either of this agents. You tell them if they gain access inside that complex they had better not get caught. Also, they had better have some useful information whether its positive or not.” “If they do, sir. Barn will find something to report one way or another, you can count on that.” “Good. Now what is this about Great Britain being involved? That is all we need is for more countries to handle some off beat investigation just to help add to this mess.”

“The News Media caused Her Majesties Secret Service to give a call. They had already planned to do their own scouting around.” s as Otterman’s closest friends called him, was quick on his feet in deflecting Landis@ suspicions of his cooperating with the British General. “I tried to assure him we had things under control but you knew how the Queen’s government works.” “Yes. Like our owns leaving nothing to chance. So be it. Let’s try hard not to allow any other agencies besides ours conduct a search for this super jet of ours.” After the President’s Advisor leaves the room the mingle amongst themselves in responds to what was said. It was General Blackman and Otterman who stood conversing with Price glancing over every once and a while. Blackman leans closer to the Cajun Chief of NSA. “What do you think, Frank? I got a lot riding on Agent Barn’s success in this mission if anything goes wrong it could mean my job. After over twenty years of service in this business I am still not ready to retire or be fired.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE

“I know you’re not the only one hoping this works out well. I was the one to sanctioned this mission.” Franklin tilted his head yet glances on the other as they make their way from the conference room. “So, Frank. Who’s this British agent Landis spoke of? The deal was that only Price’s man and Barn would be working on this.” “Relax. The man’s name is, Agent Ellis. He’s one of the Brigadier General Cromwall’s man he’s worked with us before on many occasions.” Otterman straightens his stance. “Listen, wait until the others have gone I want to show you something. I think Ellis and Barn could use it when they report in.” Richard Price es by his eyes cut an evil gaze on his agency’s rival Franklin Otterman, before leaving with the others. Blackwell and Frank make their way to the large map in the conference room running his fingers along the area where the two attacks took place, Otterman gives possible locations where the Zodiac could be taken. “We have been briefed on what the Zodiac can do obviously whoever is using it as a lethal weapon, also knows.” “I’m listening.” Blackman utters. “From all s the attacks took place during the night, very late I would say. That would give it enough time to conceal itself or travel unnoticed during those hours.” “Frank. I can’t figure out. You have an air craft that can travel rapidly over large portions of terrain, hovers and can pinpoint certain locations on the globe easily, where will it refuel with everyone looking for it?”

“Don’t you see? The last located sighting the incidents that occurred, that is why I have Barn travel to .” Blackman let out with a soft but audible sigh. “I thought you were going to show me or at least tell me something useful.” Otterman waves his military friend closer to the map then begins running his fingers along it. Blackwell was now standing so close they touched shoulders as Frank turns on the map his finger pointing to the German border “The way I see it the first attack was on the French airliner heading to England, somewhere between here and here.” Referring to an area between Paris and Munich . “The second was somewhere in the Eastern part of the Arabian desert. From what I’ve figure, and this is a long shot.” Otterman’s finger forms a triangle from , then to the Middle Eastern desert. “This is the route the Zodiac took with its ability to fly for days at a time could very easily make it back into airspace then vanish.” “You’ll need more than just James to find it. You have some other plans?” Blackman asks, turning from the map.

“I do. I think I had better wait for that to go into effect. Look. With so much riding on this we best wait for Barn or your German connection to come up with something. We don’t want things to escalate to something that could blowup in our faces.” “It’s looks as if it’s coming to that, now, Frank. It’s bad enough we’ve started an unauthorized investigation or covert operation on German soil the fewer people who know about this the better. I am also hoping your British friend has a tighter lip in this matter as we do.” “Trust me he does.” Otterman answers. “The other thing that bothers me, Frank. Agent Barn knew he would not have help as far as my sources are concern, yet he willingly took the assignment. That seems odd if he knows your ass is up against the wall.” Blackman walks over to the conference table then grabs his bag. “Even if he does find the jet and those

responsible my may not have the authority nor the manpower to handle any confrontations.” “I am sure there is a way of dealing with that as well. Let’s just focus on what we can do not what we can’t.” The General smiles almost reluctantly then pats, Frank Otterman’s arm before making his way from the conference room. Franklin didn’t want to outright tell the General he had Agent Tim Ward leading a few European team connected to his elite force, on standby. What Blackman said was right fewer people who know about the operation, including Blackman himself. Some nights later Agent Yarlin reports to his department with, Fernardez doing the same they both receive orders to return to the Aerotech facility grounds. The three men dressed in dark clothing lay belly down on a hillside some distance away with, Ellis and Yarlin with binoculars held to their faces it was Fernardez who uses his cameras’ night vision lenses to scan the grounds from one hangar to the other. Those walking about the complex show clearly as red ghostly figures only when they stood beneath the bright lights surround the buildings, did they seem to disappear under their glow. “See anything, Barn?” Yarlin slides his body closer to the point he was on John’s back. “Hey, Yarlin. You want to give me some room, here? There’s enough space here for the both of us. Besides, I don’t go that way.” “Sorry, Mr. Barn.” Sliding away to allow the Latin agent room or his own. “I scanned the other sections of the base there seems to be no visible signs of unusual activity.” John, dragging his reply while moving his camera along the main gates stopping on the airfield itself. “Yeahhh. It would seem that way but as they say. You can’t believe everything you see or think you see.” Then turning slightly in Yarlin’s direction. Ellis. “Hey, Jimmy. It was eight o’clock when we started this so-called stakeout now it’s a little midnight. Don’t you think we should call it a night?” “You’ve been doing something this how long, Edward?”

“Too damn long. It’s nippy out here amongst all these trees and such that is getting next to me. We have been doing this several times with the same results. If this is where that bloody jet is hidden they much have it camouflaged or in one of the bloody hangars.” “I sympathize with you.” John says to Ellis sarcastically. The Chief is usually right about his theories. Not offense to your Chief, Yarlin. He said there was a pattern to the attacks, that leads back here.”

John returns to scanning the building again before moving his camera lens to one of the hangars. From the main entrance a group of security guards emerges behind them two women carrying assault weapons when the group make their way to one of the hangars on the far end, John zooms in on the women. “Now that’s something I have never seen before on any Aerotech base.” Yarlin and Ellis soon do the same. Ellis’s deep English accent kicks in what he lowers his binoculars and turns in Fernardez direction. “Blimey, James. That one woman is the one we saw in Wilkinson’s office. What the hell is she doing with that kind of weaponry?” “From the looks of things she not going on a date.” John remarks. He turns his gaze on the group just as they reach the hangar. There sitting next to it was the thing they had been looking for, a come-along cart and a flatbed truck large enough to two a jet easily with a mirror missing on the enger side most likely damage done from hitting against the tree branches noticed at the abandon airstrip. “I have one explanation that comes to mind, now that I see women involved.” Yarlin. “What’s that, Barn?” “Ingrid Van Dorne. When you see women involved in something like this, usually she’s behind it.” “Ingrid who?” “Maybe the jet lag is still with you, lad.” Ellis remarks. “You haven’t been in this

business long to know about her,. James and I do. To make it short and sweat, if that’s possible. Ingrid Van Dorne a long time rival of his with a venditor that will not quit until he’s dead, that is.” “What would cause her to want to?” Fernardez. “That’s a long story.” Returning his attention on the group. “One we don’t have time to explain, right now.” “James. They seem awfully interested in reading themselves for something to arrive. The way the men are standing guards in front of the building and jeeps making their way onto the airfield.” “You still want to head back to the hotel?” “Oh, hell no man. We spend too many nights surveying this God forsaken place, to give up now. Especially, when the fun looks like it’s about to start.” Yarlin. “So, now what do we do?” John slides himself back from the small mount of shrubbery as Ellis works himself to a seated position next to a tree. “I would say tomorrow night you and Edward will come back with me this time we go into action. No more looking from a distance.” Latin agent stands brushing the grass from his clothing his eyes still focused in the complex. “It’s for sure I can’t get inside if Van Dorne is behind this she’s not one to welcome rivals with open arms.” John knew more about what could possible lay ahead with the Swedish woman and her professional trained henchmen involved nevertheless someone had to survey the inside of the building someone who was a new face to those inside, Agent Karroll Yarlin was the choice.

The next day with Yarlin preparing himself for their nightly rendezvous, John and Edward drive to the complex is was Ellis who would be the one accompanying the young agent. He was the only one beside Karroll Yarlin who wouldn’t be recognized, at least not by Van Dorne or her guards. With Fernardez seated in the car less than a mile away watching his two companions dressed in business attire make their way to the main gate. They are asked to show some

identification along with the reasons for their late night arrival. John had worked his way through the woods staying not far behind his companions to watch their progress. It was a success both agents were now being escorted inside with visitors’ badges dangling from the lapels of their suit coats. Edward’s eyes glance about the lobby as he and Yarlin stand waiting for an official to arrive the interior of the place was not much different from the Aerotech building in England, except for a few minor detailing. However, the structure’s exterior was quite larger with fewer glass windows along the lower sections of it making it a much more secure environment Yarlin was also impressed by what he sees leaning closer to Edward he whispers. “What do you make of it?” “This is going to be one hell of a nut to crack into, lad. This is where the tracking components were supposed to be installed.” Ellis slight turns his head on the other levels of the place. “Japan’s complex must be ten times as secure as this and it’s a good Goddamn thing we don’t have to infiltrate their building. They installed the electronic security devices on the jet the high tech shit. You notice the windows along the lower level of the place?” “Yeah. What about them?” Edward gently nudges Yarlin’s lower arm. “These people made sure no one would have easy access from the ground. Those rod-iron bars would take some doing to by if you find yourself in a great hurry. Yarlin. “Now, I am wondering about the hangars themselves.” “They could be tricky as well. With all the guards posted around them we need to look for the one that has the most guards standing nearby, that will tell where to begin our search.” Soon a slender well-dressed man claiming to be the new head of the complex approaches with his hands deep in his lab coat. “Good evening, Gentlemen. My name is Mr. Teshem head of this lovely facility and You are? “Mr. Paterson this chap is, Mr. Newman.” “What brings you at this seemingly late hour if I may ask?”

“As you might already figured out I am representing Her Majesty’s interest in the Aerotech project the US likewise. Mr. Newman here is representing his country’s interest. The strange twist of events have caused concerns amongst both Countries.” Ellis smiles slightly. “I know this an awkward time to pay a visit we would have come sooner if not for some delays. “I don’t understand why this visit would bring on such a commotion to this partially site. We have cooperated with officials here they found nothing wrong.” Ellis chuckles softly. Teshem seemed totally unaware of the jet’s disappearance that could possibly cause an International incident even with it having been blasted over the News Broadcasts. It also seemed by the look on the German’s face his country was trying very hard to keep any type of news from he and his staff about the urgency of resolving the matter.

“Let me explain my, dear man. This little fireside chat we’re now having is about ensure my government has done everything in it’s power to solve this matter of the missing jet. Now, Mr. Newman and I also represent the sites in our countries.” “Mr. Paterson. The authorities have been here on numerous occasions.” Teshem turns with hands stretched outward then leads both agents along the wellpolished floors of the hallway as eyes watch they moment. “They have searched this base and every hangar on it coming up with nothing of interest. As I said. We have fully cooperated with them and at this particular moment, that is all we can do.” Ellis. “No offence. You don’t mind if we take a look and see for ourselves, just to ensure our countries there is no need in pressing the issue here much long?” “Not at all. Let me show you around so you can see what is going on as we speak.” “This is much bigger than the complex in England and those in the US and Canada.” “Yes, it is Mr. Newman. In fact, it is one of the largest sites besides those in Italy, and Spain.”

“What about the Soviet Union?” Yarlin adds. Tesham stops turning with a smile. “That I wouldn’t know about nor would anyone else here. The Russians like to build their important structures much larger like everything else they manufactory. We don’t get much from them in this project, if any.” The agents follow Tesham through other parts of the building, its labs, metal shops, computer rooms and office spaces. “From what you and Mr. Peterson said about the missing jet with all the high tech advantages it has I would think this investigation would focus on other Aerotech sites as well, rather than this one.” “You said it yourself, mate.” Ellis was several steps behind Tesham and Yarlin with his hands behind him. “This is one of the largest and from what I gather from the others, it holds more importance. You know, the fancy construction or designs of such a thing.” “I still can not understand what would make those involve in the project suspect us.” “Don’t worry, Mr. Tesham. Once our little tour is over I can rest the minds of the others and the investigation will move on to more likely sites.” “We had planned to made improvements on the Zodiac’s airspace technology making it the front runner of planes in the future.” Yarlin. “I guess that’s one the back-burner, now.” “So it would seem, Mr. Newman. So it would seem.” John continues waiting in the woods outside the complex his eyes scan the building for possible ways of secretly gaining access for a moment he ignores the two guards moving in his line of vision sometime pausing in front of the pocket size folding binoculars he was now using. John looks toward the office windows on the second floor just as Ellis noticed he could see it would be extremely difficult to make it the rode-iron bar even more so to work his way to the second story windows. They were not barred off but reaching them would take a heroic effort let alone the bright lights shinning beneath them would cast a shadow on anyone moving along the ledges. His binocular slowly work their way to the grounds were the hangars stood there were five enormous

structures able to hold at least four jet fighters in each one. Accessing them would be no problem once he made it the barbed wire fencing.

The hangar they had concentrated on nights ago was the larger of the five and could very possibly hold the answers he and Edward had been hoping to discover. It had several sections that looked to be sectioned off for housing arrangements either for pilots or maintenance personnel it could also conceal a huge stealth-like aircraft with ample security inside. Fernardez’s ears soon pick up the sound of dead branches breaking underfoot along with the soft rustling of leaves John had become so interested in his work he had forgotten about the soldiers patrolling the area, both inside the grounds as well as out. The grass was not nearly high enough to conceal his presents fully before he known it two guards were up on him. “What are you doing here?” Fernardez turns with a jerk to see the heaviest guard approaching with his head tilted down in his direction. “Just looking at the building and the landscape around it. I have never seen lovely surroundings for a complex like this one.” “This is private property, Mr. Teshem do not take kindly people snooping around.” The man’s accent was not in fact it was more or less Austrian or Belgium the agent picked up on it. It was known Van Dorne had s with another of Fernardez’s arch ravels, Baron Ivan Von Grouner the Austrian gun and drug smuggler who seemed to attempt anything to gain favor of Van Dorne’s organization it was possible he was behind the jet’s disappearance. John brushes the leaves and dirty from his clothing as both men watch with suspicious looks on their faces. “Most people look on this place during the daylight hours, it’s now growing dark. Perhaps, you an industrial spy of some sort.” “Look. I just came here to see if I could catch a quick look on this jet everyone has been talking about. They say it’s missing but I said the government is keeping it a secret from the public having it fly in and out during the night. I’m into air planes, that’s all.”

“You’re an American tourist?” “I guess it shows, uh? Look, I just wanted to see jet for myself. If there is a problem I will be on my way.” The guard waves him off. “Hey, American. Next time do not let me see you here again at his time there is a possibility one of the other guards may shoot you.” “Yeah, thanks for the warning.” The men watch the agent for a few moments after giving the warning not to return. Fernardez removes a cigarette while walking away casually along side of the roadside in the direction of the waiting sports car, less than two miles away. After being given the tour of the inside and some of the other hangar areas, Teshem escorts, Ellis and Karoll back to the main entrance of the complex building. Their tour covered most of Aerotech’s grounds all except the hangar Ellis and John had concentrated on in their second night of surveillance, Edward never mentioned it to his host. Teshem, with four guards standing along side him, takes in a deep breath then reaches into his pocket for a key card he swipes it in front of the small that controls the entrance door it gives with a soft but audible click. “As you and your friend can see, Mr. Paterson. There is nothing here to bring on such an investigation. Now that you have seen the base for yourself, I hope this will put aside any further doubts as far as your countries are concerned.”

“I would say it would, dear fellow. I want to thank you for all you have done. The chaps in London will appreciate your thoughtful consideration. Edward nudges Yarlin’s side to have him follow him outside. “I hope to see you again on more casual and more social basics, Mr. Teshem.” “Maybe some other time. Until the find the Zodiac we will begin working on other projects that were set aside.” Teshem along two guards walk their unexpected night visitors the main entrance then swipes the plastic key card on the seated on the wall next to the door. “Then I guess we should be going.” Ellis smiles allowing Yarlin to through first.

Teshem looks out on the grounds there no signs of any cars parked in the visitor’s section of the parking to give indications the two men drove onto the complex by now the skis were dark the nearest township fifteen miles away. Teshem. “Will you both be needing a lift? It is dark and these roads are dangerous during the evening hours.” “No, thank, old boy. We’re not far from here, sort of.” Edward and Karroll are escorted to the main gate they stand for a moment waiting for the gates to open as their escorts return to Teshem, still poised in the breeze way of the facility. Teshem, his eyes still following the agents leans closer to one of the guards. “It is odd indeed those men should happen to arrive at this awkward moment. The oddest thing is they seem to have no means of transportation.” “Sir. There was a man reported hiding in the woods outside the complex.” The guard whispers. “An American claiming to want to see the jet.” “American, you said.” “Yes, sir.” Teshem. “Odd indeed. There could be more to this expected visit than we think. If they are of the other facilities or UN , they came here for more than a simple tour.” “Should we alert Ms. Van Dorne, sir?” “No. Not yet. It could be they are working with the German Government following up on their investigations.” Teshem starts to reenter the second set of doors leading into building, then stops and turns again on the two guards. “Of course we must keep our guards up, in case their visit has more meaning to it than we anticipate. Place more men around the complex, especially the third hangar.” A half a mile from where Fernardez had been discovered the three agents gather again along the side their car carefully concealed by the trees around it. “I was wondering how you two made out after I was discovered.” John turns back in the direction of the Aerotech facility. “For a moment I was sure I was a goner.” Yarlin. “You mean the guards found you?”

“Yeah, something like that. So what’s the deal, Edward?” John then places his arms across the car’s roof looking on, Yarlin and Ellis. “Did they show you all of the place or what they wanted you to see?” “If there’s something wrong I sure as hell didn’t see it. However, there is something going on in there judging from our little tour it’s not inside the building per say.” “Then where would be the most likely place to search?”

“Right, there.” Ellis holds his hand in front of his face pointing his finger like a gun toward the third hangar Teshem failed to show them. “For so reason that seems to be it, if anywhere. I did notice new prototype aircraft inside the other four hangars.” “So out of the five which one is our target, Edward?” “The one in the middle was now shown to us.” Just then Agent Yarlin intervenes. “As you might have noticed the middle hangar has smaller well-tainted windows the question is what reason would Teshem do that if not of keep people from prying.” “What Edward mentioned about newly designed prototypes could be one of the reasons for it. What he showed you in the other hangars could have been introduces publicly all ready, so why not show them?” “I say you’re are placing stumbling blocks in our mission, Mr. Barn that would place us on square one again.” Yarlin turns back on the complex to notice a military truck stopping along side the hangar that was in question. “However, I think we could have more proof of Ellis’s theory.” He points to the middle structure with additional soldiers leaping for the truck. “I say our missing super jet is inside that hangar, judging from what is going on right now.” “The boy is right, James. They could have shown it to the German officials the bloody place while it was empty.” “Sure.” Yarlin says still watching as the soldiers position themselves outside the

building. “The Zodiac could have still been flying somewhere close by with instructions to arrive much later. Hell, it can remain in the air for three days at the most with enough fuel. If our hijackers are here they could having it arrive under the cover of darkness once the German Officials were gone. We need to somehow make sure before acting on what we had in mind.” The three agents turn fully on the complex grounds. Most of the soldiers were now inside the targeted hangar leaving four still posted outside with the truck working its way back to park along side other such vehicles gathered behind a fenced-in section of the facility near the runway. John Fernardez stands pondering his next move Edward and Karroll had given valid reasons for their answers along with what was now being seen. “While you both were inside I happen to notice several ways of getting at least on the grounds.” He says. “As you said, that hangar seems to be our main focus of attention getting to is maybe the problem.” Yarlin. “Maybe? It is the problem as of now. You have to breach the parking lot area not to mention avoid the damn flood lights on the grounds.” “We willn’t need to breach the grounds from that direction there is another way, trust me.” John smiles before slipping inside the car with Yarlin seating himself in the back seat With Edward at the wheel and Fernardez beside him they continue driving in the direction of the village a few moments later John glances in the enger’s mirror. They were several miles from Aerotech’s lavish facility the road was seemingly deserted in the beginning that soon changes. As the car rounds the bend with thick trees on both sides Fernardez caught a glimpse of faint yellow lights of some sort of vehicle following in the distance it was evident, at least in the Latin agent’s mind he had caused some curiosity in the minds of the two guards he encountered as well as, Mr. Teshem.

“Hey, Edward.” Fernardez adjusts the enger mirror far enough to keep an eye on their followers. “I think either you and Yarlin just stirred up a hornet’s nest. There’s no doubts in my mind something is about to take place either tonight or some time in the future.” “I noticed the guard talking to the old man, back there.” Ellis turns briefly in

John’s direction. Fernardez. “I’m not talking about back on the base. I’m talking about now.” Edward’s eye peers in the car’s inside rear view mirror. “Shit. We’re being tailed just when I thought I had Teshem buffaloed. Should we try to out run them?” “Not, yet.” John continues gazing into the outer mirror. The following vehicle was keeping its distance far enough not to lose them. “Let’s give them a little time to enjoy the ride for now. Besides, the road is rather narrow we need more spacious terrain.” “I hope you two know what you’re doing.” Yarlin was still looking back on the car dropping back slightly. “They could be just some of the local people. This is a public road, you know.” “Trust James and me, Yank. We know when we’re being tailed and if not, we know how to find that out.” The game of follow the leader continues for several miles, before ending. Fernardez couldn’t see the somewhat bright yellow fog lights still following behind them if they were local civilian they would know with deer and other wildlife moving about to turn their headlights on. He retrieves two cigarettes then lights them handing, Ellis one of them. “Hey, James. In all of this we forgot something. If we find the Zodiac will we find the crew ?” Fernardez gives no reply the look on his face alerts his British friend he was thinking deeply about it. “Well? Had you thought about that or not?” “Where ever the jet is its crew is somewhere close by, that’s what I was thinking about.” He looks on the road ahead to notice it had become wider with small sections of woodland it was then he returns his gaze on the rear view mirror. The car was still following them from a distance with its fog light the other thing remaining noticeable. “Step it up, Edward and let’s see what our friends will do next. I will tell you when to turn off.” John turns about them smiling with Yarlin staring at him. “Buckle up, Yarlin this could be a somewhat fast paced ride.”

Agent Ellis floors the pedal causing the sports car to rocket forward forcing Karroll back in his seat. It was now obvious to the three agents the car behind them was not merely traveling locals their failing to switch on their headlights was proof those in the car intended to remain stealthy in their actions. John took notice of the road before on the way to the complex to know where to have Edward suddenly turn off there were several narrow side ages more likely leading to homes set far back in the woods he would have his British friend suddenly take one. The night his filled with the roar of both cars speeding along the landscape Fernardez knew the tailing car was making use of their headlights as a means of keeping them in sight. “They’re still behind us.” Yarlin’s voice hinted his fear as he gazes back again on the car. “I don’t see any way of losing them, Mr. Barn.” “It’s coming up shortly, just sit tight.”

John’s sense of timing was perfect as the sports car rounds the next bend the three agents soon notice more trees lining the road with his hand poised slightly upward and eyes still focused on the surroundings, Fernardez suddenly instructs his British counterpart to quickly make a hard left into one of the narrow side roads then switch off his headlights. The turn is made Yarlin is thrown side ways in his seat hadn’t fully fastened himself in when the maneuver took place. The sports car bounces violently for a few yards with branches from the small pine trees striking the windows as well as portions of its sides it soon comes to rest with the engine now shutdown the agents look back on the main road to see the car that had been following them speeding by, this time having its headlights on. Yarlin. “Were you trying to kill us, Barn? I hope you don’t do this sort of thing often you almost wreck this car, if it’s not all read.” “This was just a trip in the park compared to some other car chases, Ellis and I have had. As far as trying to kill, no?” Edward cranks the engine. For a moment it seemed as if what Agent Yarlin had said was true about ruining the vehicle it hesitate several times to start on the fourth turn of key it finally raves up having, Ellis wiping his forehead.

It was now much later into the night for the most part the streets of the township seemed empty. The somewhat dented sports car slowly draws near the hotel with people milling about talking loudly in groups. Although it was rather late there were still a few small cafes and pubs open for business. “Now see what we missed.” Yarlin says climbing from the rear seat soon looking on several young women strolling by. “There is some kind of festival going on and we missed most of it.” “I can see you have never visited here before, lad. There’s no festival going on these villagers do this sort of thing every night closing things up in the wee hours of the morning, just to do it again. This place loves nightlife.” Just then a woman sways them her gaze focusing more on the young agent then his senior companions. Yarlin watches her until she is several feet away turning back smiling ever so often brushing her dark brown hair back with her hand. “Just hold on to your family jewels there, Yarlin. She is either a hooker or a married woman displeased with her husband in either case it maybe trouble.” “You’re a spoil sport, Ellis. For once I say let’s do more than spy on people or sit in our hotel bored as shit waiting for orders from our departments.” Fernardez. “He might be a spoil sport but we’ve been in those types of situations ourselves, trust me on that.” Karroll Yarlin seemed undaunted by the advice given his eyes follow the woman until she enters a pub. “Now that we know we are under suspicion we might have to make some type of move, before the shit hits the fan.” “What do you have in mind, Mr. Barn?” “We wait.” John remarks. “By that I mean we wait near the complex to see if our missing metal bird arrives or takes off.” “I thought you meant something like that. For a bit, James… I was believing you were getting a little senile. What is the time frame for this waiting game?”

“The same time as before. It’s a known fact they’re doing night flights like any other military base and with that third airplane hangar seen being so closely guarded it’s a cinch something is there we need to know about.” “I like it when we get to the heart of things there is just one thing wrong with this plan.” “What is that, Yarlin?” John positions himself on the hood of the car with his buttocks leaning on it and arms folded. “You do want to close this case, don’t you?” “Sure. Our orders were to do surveillance nothing more. We screw up now we may never hear the last of it.” “Been there, done that. As far as your Chief and a few of Military Intelligence I appear to do that quite often.” “But he gets the job done.” Edward smiles. “Let me call my department before we go ahead on this, guys. They may have turned their decision around and allow us to take more direct action.” “Listen, Lad. Sometimes it’s best to go ahead on instinct sometimes field experience out weighs theories and opinions from people seated behind some bloom’in desk. James is right in what he is thinking. If we allow more disasters like what happened in Egypt and this shit is over for us one way or another. Let’s do what we can to at least slow down, while we’re hot.” Yarlin thought about it for a moment or two then gives a devilish grin he knew as well as, John and Ellis their superiors would deny their actions not realizing the potential the agents had in possibly discontinuing the sneak attacks that had been conducted. Two nights later after returning to the outside of the AeroTech complex hoping to catch some indications the Zodiac was making flights in and out during the night Agent Ellis sets waiting in the car for, Yarlin and Fernardez. He was dressed in black clothing watching his two friends silently emerging from the fire exit door of the hotel with small bags’ in their hands. Karoll was the first to climb inside then slowly made room for John, not far behind him. There was still activity within the complex that night Van Dorne and Georgio Clardaire stroll through the corridors making sure their personnel were on guard and doing what was instructed of them. Arron Carver to was busy doing much of

the same he was also doing a few things he was told not to against the Frenchman’s orders. One of those orders were not to make idle conversion with his employer he was already disobeying that order, every chance he could get. In his mind he was supposed to have been in partnership with Van Dorne as a third party to Georgio Clardaire from the looks of things, Arron saw himself becoming more or less a first rate flunky. Clardaire was almost arm and arm with his female employer. His head rises to the ceiling for a few seconds while he spoke. “I think you’ll find so far our plans are going as scheduled M’s Van Dorne.” Leaning slightly in her direction. “The men are getting use to the jet’s operations and its technology. After the incident in Egypt there are no doubts in my mind we have a winner on our hands.” “That is good to hear. This is the best time to show those ridiculous dreamers of peace they have created a nightmare on wings.” Extending his hand around the corner to the next corridor, Clardaire stops to allow Van Dorne ahead of him in the direction of the complex control room.

Carver and Van Dorne’s female henchmen stood in the room along with several men gathered around the wall filled with monitors and other equipment surrounding the room. Arron cut his eyes on his French rival with a look of jealousy as Georgio stands close to their benefactor. It was the plan of the French Hit man to use his gentlemanly ways and her confidants in him as an advantage for him and Arron Carver although Carver didn’t see it that way. “Is everything going smoothly, Mr. Carver?” “Yes, M’s Van Dorne. We have the Zodiac on track and it should be heading our way in four to five hours.” Clardaire. “Why that long?” “They are over the Netherlands to avoid French airspace, if you know anything about that.” He then turns again to Ingrid Van Dorne. “They’ll be coming within radar range so it would be safer if they approach from the Baltic sea to Hamberg.”

“You know, Mr. Carver. You may have a point but see if you can have them shorten the time frame. I have an extra task in mind.” Carver. “Another assignment?” “Yes.” Smiling as she turns to one of the women behind her. “Anita. Would you hand me a cigarette as I explain this to them. Mr. Carver, Mr. Clardaire it is very simple I want both you to listen carefully. What would be a good way of ruining once and for all the foolish bureaucratic dreams these countries have been hoping to prove?” Clardaire. “How do you mean that?” He stands waiting until the woman name, Anita hands a cigarette to her employer then lights it. “Think about it. As I stated, it is very simple. The one country that would put the final nail in the coffin of this project.” Carver. “The United States?” “Close. But no cigar, Mr. Carver. Think of a country that is just as powerful, just as deadly as far as waging war if invaded.” Ingrid tilts her head on both men then inhales on her cigarette. Carve and Clardaire continue standing befuddled that’s when Van Dorne strolls with her hands behind along the interior of the control room. “Come, gentlemen. You must surely know a little about World History. What country out of the twelve sponsors has shown the lease interest in this project, enough to say it was wrong?” “The Soviet Union?” Van Dorne suddenly whirls about pointing at Arron. “Correct, Mr. Carver. You hit the nail on the head, the Soviet Union. How hard was that? Isn’t it obvious that this is one of the best targets anyone could think of. It is also obvious to the public after hearing they wanted no part of the program in the first place.” “How much damage would that cause exactly, targeting Russia?” “More than you can imagine, Mr. Clardaire. More than you can imagine. Hit one of their providence’s, and you would likely start World War III with the other countries being blamed.”

Carver. “We could loss the jet in this undertaking.”

“Perhaps, I doubt that. We have seen what it can do out flying and out maneuvering Middle Eastern fighter jets and diverting their missiles we watched it on camera.” The tall Swedish blonde removes a strand of hair from in front of her face revealing fully the black patch she worn over the left side of her face. Clardaire and Carver now known they were dealing with a mad woman who would allow nothing to get in the way of her schemes. She moves closer to three of the huge screens gazing on the waters below the air craft as it makes its way back to German air space. “The way things are going now everyone is a suspect in the whereabouts of the Zodiac. The Germans would like the blame to be placed somewhere else. Anita, Ceilia. Would one of you find me a map.” The two women move quickly from the room it was the woman name, Ceilia who returns with a fairly large folded map large enough to cover the table in the center of the room slowly unfolding it, Van Dorne motions for both men to her at the table. “This is how our flight will go.” Her finger moves from to Russia then stops on Yaroslavl a poorly developed portion in the Soviet Union. “I have friends in Russia not to say I wouldn’t still use it as a target.” Giving a hint of laughter. “I know the area well. Yaroslavl and Russia are now having one of the worse winters it has ever had before.” “What makes this area so important?” “Mr. Clardaire. The people are in dire need of food and supplies there heavy snows have cut most of their supplies leaving little chances of another convoy coming any time soon. With a population of 666,000 thousand not to mention it is near the Capital of Moscow, it would seem to be the best target to set the wheels of my agenda in motion.” “That would cause the Soviets to look on the project as a danger to the not only them, but the world.” Carver remarks, shockingly. “Do you know what you’re doing?” “You have doubts of my planning, Mr. Carver?”

“No, I was merely stating a question.” “I know what to do and at this point we need to inform the crew. As soon as they arrive have the jet refueled and ready to depart again.” “Miss Van Dorne. The men will need a few hours sleep.” “They can get that after dealing with what I have in mind. With enough fuel and supplies they can remain in flight for a few days until things blow over, Mr. Clardaire.” She turns in the direction of the door with Anitia following closely behind her for a brief moment, Van Dorne remains poised under the archway of the door then turns to the two men again. “Well. What are you waiting for gentlemen? This is history in the making so call the crew and inform them. This conversion is over.” Clardaire watches the mistress of mayhem until she rounds the bend in the corridor then faces Carver. “You heard what she said, call the crew.” “You know I have been meaning to speak with you on your tone of voice and your manners.”. Georgio Clardaire raises one eyebrow. “Is there something you want to get off your chest, Carver? If so, do it now and be done with it.”

“Your miserable dealings in this hijacking and brown nosing, Ms. Van Dorne has gone too far it seems she has taken to you kissing her ass. When she asked several questions and you couldn’t come up with answers. I had a hunch you began to feel a little less bossy?” “No. In fact I have been meaning to talk to you about your feelings on this matter.” Clardaire motions the CIA traitor from the room out of earshot of the guards. “Look you stupid numskull. I have been trying to get a few things going our way and it seems you just don’t catch on easily. The next time you get a feather up your ass you had best remove it before you bleed to death.” “If there’s anything up my ass it’s you.” Carver replies cutting his eyes on the

guards in the dark control room. “As their said in the Navy… now hear this. We are partners in this fucking shit, if not.” There is a brief share of eye cutting. “I’ll have no dealings with you nor this mad woman.” “You stupid fool. Where will you go what will you do? You’re the one who kill Orlandis, kidnapped Agent Westmore and set Barn up on several assignments. I don’t think he’ll like it knowing that bit of information with you still breathing.” “Fuck, Barn and Fuck you. You did your share of colorectal damage if not for me ignoring my agency’s instructions to kill you. You would not be standing here so don’t ever make it seem as if you are top dog or I swear I’ll… .” Clardaire, grabbing Arron’s collar, draws him closer. “You’ll do nothing but take orders and like it. If it was not for me, you would be dead as well right now. , James Barn could be and most likely is, still looking for you the matter is not over between, you and him.” Carver’s hand moves quickly to the Frenchman’s prying it loose. “He could looking for you as well. Now wouldn’t that surprise you?” “I have one thing to say to you about that. You have fewer places to hide than I do.” Arron straightens his collar as Clardaire continues. “If this plan of Van Dorne’s goes as it should you and I will belong to a powerful organization as powerful as other underworld organizations and we will have enough money to live comfortably. If I was you, I wouldn’t screw it up.” Clardaire walks off with Arron still standing in the center of the hallway it wasn’t long before he res the others in the control room carrying out Van Dorne’s instructions. The four crew acknowledge their orders then begin heading their way back to the complex in their fifth floor prison accommodations Jean Roberts and her fellow hostages are seated on what beds and chairs where in the room for the exception of crew , Chin and Steward who were gazing out of the window. “It has been almost a full Goddamn month and we haven’t heard anything of what is going on, with the Zodiac.” Pasco’s Canadian accent cuts the silence amongst the women. “This woman has taken over our project jet and is torturing us by keeping us from knowing what is happening on the outside.” “We’re still alive.” Chin Wang scans her eyes on the others. “So far she has kept

her word.” “So?” Liz Corgio leans forward on her cot. “What is that remark suppose to mean?”

“Just this. This woman said she wouldn’t harm us and she hasn’t as, Chin said… at thus far. This gives us more time to figure some way of escaping this place.” Ava Monet the ship’s Italian Navigator defends, Chin’s remarks. Roberts. “Escape. Did you say escape? We’re on the fifth floor of an enormous building with a swipe card locking system and over three dozen men patrolling the grounds the most distressing part of this whole scenario is we have no weapons of our own. Yes. We are alive for the moment, no thanks to our first commanding pilot.” “Knock this shit off, all of you.” Pearl Steward had heard enough blame being placed on Paul Winslow, sitting silently with Jonnetta O’Brian and Tishina Borgsliski. She could see the women’s morale had become outrageous to the point of bickering amongst themselves. “Paula may have crossed the line as far as protocol but she managed to gain us some time.” “Time. Is that the only defense you have to offer? As far as we all know the Zodiac could be flying about causing more destruction than we can imagine and here we are sitting helplessly in this shit house of a prison.” There were no further remarks made after Roberts steaming outburst. Chin Wang sighs and leans her weight against the side of the window’s frame crossing her arms. “I am going to say this and then the subject is closed, as far as I am concern. With the Zodiac missing, someone is bound to be looking for it and us.” Chin lifts slightly from the window frame turning to the others in the room. “This project is still just as important as it was in the beginning. So in your bitter arguing, think about it.” “So it’s over just like that, uh?” Wang’s almond shaped eyes narrow. She tried to end the bickering amongst the group with some cliff hangar thoughts for them to ponder over but Roberts outburst and refusal to let things cool down, adds more fuel.

“You, Pearl and Tishina were the ones who have shielded Paula’s actions in this mess we’re in. She has said nothing to defend her actions just sits there like some bump on a damn log.” Winslow suddenly springs to her feet the tone in her voice shows clearly she also had have enough of Jean’s badgering. “That’s because I can’t see crying over spilled milk helping the situation. You’re right. I have been sitting here like a useless bump on a log only because I am trying my very best to ignore you. Yes, I screwed up. I truly believe if you were in my shoes realizing this woman mean business at that point you would have done the same thing.” Paula makes her way across the room then stands face to face with her American Pilot. “You know. This type of behavior is just what these hijackers are counting on with you falling right into their trap. Did you stop to think about that?” “Don’t try and cover-up what you did.” Jean’s voice becomes softly her eye still showing her fiery temper. “Like I said. What you are trying to do is cover up a blunder and when you mentioned a trap, we are now in it.” “A cover-up. Huh, hardly. If anyone is covering up anything it’s you covering you fear and your doubts of leadership, I would say.”

Roberts stood with her arms cross and shaking one foot her eyes turn away on the others either seated or standing about the huge room filled with Army cots. Giving one last stare on Paula Winslow, Jean Roberts let out with a huff of air before moving off in the direction of one corners of the room like a punished child. Winslow had a point it wasn’t fully clear to the others whether Their secondary copilot was truly anger over Paul’s decision making or showing her fear and her inability of leadership. Darkness was upon the grounds of the complex enough with what well-lit areas it had there were still shadowy corners where activity could go on unnoticed. The agents found their entrance point somewhere beneath the barbed wire fencing surrounding the AeroTech base. Fernardez and Ellis wait for the guards patrolling along the outer perimeters of the fence to move off timing their movements well enough to dart across the grounds in safety. There was a pattern to the patrol one that took some time for Ellis to figure out. On the runway three jeeps carrying two guards, circle the outer sections’ one on either end shinning a

single huge flood light along the grounds. John noticed there were more men on foot than before all making sure the complex building itself was provided with security. The mysterious third hangar was some yards away and getting to it wasn’t as easy as Fernardez had thought. Extra security measures were also added with more flood lights to give maximum visibility in the areas where Fernardez had hopes of using as concealment. The main building itself had enough lights to guide a blind man to the doors and there were men also standing close by it. “What now Jimmie, me boy? I’ve seen security measures being taken before, but this beats the hell out them.” “There is always a way.” John remarks with Yarlin looking on. “That section over there is as good a place as any.” Pointing to an area where trucks were parked some with canvass covers. “If we can make it to those trucks, half the battle is won.” “We want to enter the hangars, Mr. Barn. We’re almost a quarter of a mile away and as for the main complex, I would say the distance is about the same. We’re actually in the middle of the place.” “One thing about this place, Yarlin. They believe in beautifying things. We use every advantage point we can get starting with a few hedges, dark surroundings and of course cutting the odds in some way.” “That means bodies.” “Sure, boy. Since this is your first assignment I guess you never really had to deal with that sort of thing. Hit and run along with concealing what bodies you might happen to have laying about.” Ellis remarks. “I hope you didn’t think this would be some sort of tag-you’re—it game.” “Fuck off, Ellis.” “You makes sure you don’t fuck up.” The Englishman replies sternly. “Edward.” Fernardez’s hand taps gently on the British agent’s back. “This is not the time to bicker amongst ourselves. Let’s do what needs to be done and get on with it, shall we?”

Guards were vigilantly patrolling the grounds on foot as well as in jeeps Edward knew they were more than likely well trained and not like the others who were common thugs in uniform. The agents were careful not to move out into the open they remained in the shadows as much as possible until the guards by. Slipping beneath further from the fence it was Yarlin and Fernardez who make the first move dashing across less open grounds soon stopping within a few feet of several hedges to wait for Ellis to them. Portions of the terrain along the runway held uneven ground enough to conceal the three from the glaring flood lights of the complex building as well as the headlights of the both the patrolling jeeps. With their dark colored clothing and facial camouflage, John and his companions could easily be overlooked amongst the mounts of tall grass and dirty. They approached the hangar area slowly inching through the grass on their stomachs pausing momentarily to wait for the soldiers’ jeeps to by. “When this second jeep drives by let’s hope it will give us enough time to make it the rest of the way to the hangar bay.” John had no sooner make his remarks when the jeep cruises along stopping not far from where he and Ellis were lying. Laughter is heard coming from the driver as he slowly pulls along side the runway the vehicle’s high beam lights coming within a few yards from shinning on, Agent Ellis. The sound of the vehicle’s engine shutting down was not a good sign as far as the agents were concern it meant their night mission would take a bit longer. “Hey. Did you ever think this place would be a perfect headquarters?” The driver says turning to his comrade removing a cigarette then lighting it. “These Germans have no clue what is going on and with all the secret cubbyholes in both hangars along with the main building, they would never find what they’re looking for.” “That makes things better.” The enger laughs. “The original staff workers don’t even know we have taken over the place. Those we have as hostages in the basement will remain there until we can think what to do with them. As far as the other workers, they were given to believe this place is under new hands.” The enger takes several quick glances on the grounds. “So what are we going to do with the jet’s crew? You know… will we kill them or what?”

Ellis and John cut their eyes on each other. They were discovering what information they had been searching for. The driver leans forward to the steering wheel then starts the motor. “That I don’t know but it would be a damn shame if we had to kill them.” John peers over the grassy mount just as the jeep begins moving off to continue its patrol. “So the crew are here and alive.” He utters. “If they’re not in the hangar as we suspected, then they’re somewhere in the main building perhaps with the other hostages.” “I said we checkout that hangar then deal with the main complex later, James. Hell. We came this far thus far with more trouble that it’s worth, sort to speak.” Ellis motions for Yarlin to catch up. The young agent was still flat on his stomach watching the circling jeep. They continue crouching while working their way along the field turning briefly back to see men silhouetted under the bright lights of the AeroTech structures it was moments later with their backs against one of the sheds near the first hangar the agents slip silently along the shadows between large fuel containers and work vehicles until they finally reach the mysterious middle airplane hangar. Yerlin, keeping up the rear, continues watching for signs any guards on foot who might wander along while, John and Ellis work their way along structure’s walls.

“For some reason, James. This is beginning to look as if this is a very bad idea. This place shows signs of haven’t been utilized.” “So they would have it seem. You and I both saw soldiers that night preparing to secure this airplane hangar for some reason.” Fernardez’s rubs his hand against the dusty structure. Even though slightly dust covered most of the structure’s walls had newly installed bolts well greased along with new locks on the walk-in doors revealed the building was being better maintained than the others. The windows were heavily tinted as Edward had mentioned making is difficult to peer through perfect for concealing anything that could be inside. Suddenly, Fernardez realizes some strange the absents of the soldiers they had seen securing the structure for some reason or another there was none standing guard. Ellis. “So you notice that to, huh?”

“Yeah, I did suddenly. The question is why aren’t there guards posted here tonight?” “Perhaps, we left a bit too soon. Another thing that could be is the jet may have been arriving moments after our visit they were preparing to place it under lock and key, once it arrived.” Edward peers around the corner. “I say that makes it better on hour behalf to let’s go for it.” “Let’s work our way around back where there are some smaller window.” “Okay, that what. We still will not be able to see inside if they are just as tinted as these.” Ellis takes another glance around the building’s side to see soldiers on foot working their way forward checking the main doors of each hangar. “Whatever you have in mind, Jimmy you best speed it up.” Both agents silentl continue working their way behind the structure soon standing against it in the shadows it was just as Fernardez said several small but well tinted windows line the building removing his skull cap wrapping it around his hand the Latin agent pause for a moment as Edward looks on frowning. It was John’s intentions to silently break a window panes to look inside the reason for his pausing momentarily was to have the noise of his surrounding aid in his attempts. One of the noisy jeeps makes its way in front of the hangar John times his action well to succeed in his objective. Replacing his skull cap Fernardez slowly raises his head close to the break section of the window then peers inside. “Inside is almost surgically clear believe it or not “What do you mean?” “Just that. There are no signs along the floor of any spillage the shelves are stock with tools neatly arranged but there are a few work tables having equipment still laying on them.” “I don’t want this to sound dumb, Jimmy. What about it?” John cuts his eyes on Ellis. “That means this hangar has been used or is being used for more than just storage.” “Let me take a peak inside. Maybe, I can tell something about it.” Fernardez slides himself over to allow Agent Ellis to look inside. He could see John was right the hangar area was carefully cleared especially the center section where a

jet could easily be placed no signs of gas leaks nor grease as John mentioned clearly indicating the area was designed for either long or short periods of storage. “I guess you noticed the center of the floor appears to have a lift of some kind beneath it, right?”

“Sure I noticed it.” The idea of the structure having a hidden lift quickly pops up in the British agent’s mind “I would say my dear boy our hunch could truly be correct. This would be the perfect place for our missing bird.” Ellis had no sooner finished speaking when he glances back to noticed Yarlin dashing in their direction. The sound of men driving again their way reaches the ears of the three agents, within minutes they crouch down just as a security vehicle drives by with flashing yellow lights giving its approach away. “Lad. Don’t you follow instructions? James and I told you to stay put.” “Why? Let you two have all the fun.” Karroll slid his back against the structure’s wall taking a quick inside to see exactly what Ellis and Fernardez had seen. “If nothing else, we know the jet isn’t here yet.” Yarlin whispers, watching the truck by. “Maybe. For now it seems it’s not. That doesn’t clear this place from knowing where is it.” Ellis adds. “ how long it can fly and as James and I just mentioned, we may have left too soon to see it arrive.” “It’s been several days now, guys. The Zodiac should be ready to refuel with the other countries out looking to destroy it this is probably the only place for it to be serviced.” With the military jeeps several yards away the three agents were preparing to leave the side of the hangar to return to where they had started, that thought was cut short. They heard the footsteps of one of the guards Edward had noticed before checking the buildings making his way toward them. Ellis peers slightly around the corner to notice the man was less than fifty feet from rounding the corner. With knife in hand the British Agent waits for the right moment to use it that moment comes sooner than he had anticipated. When the guard makes the

turn he suddenly feels the sharp point of Ellis’s knife plunging into his chest it was Yarlin who wasted no time in dragging the body into the nearest brush then wipes his hand of the leaves he used to conceal Edward’s deed. “Good going there, Ellis.” The sarcastic tone in the young agent’s voice has Ellis turning to face him. “Now, I have to find a better place to hide this bastard before his friends notice he’s missing.” “What the hell was I suppose to do? Better him than one of us and besides. It will give you something to do with your time.” Yarlin briefly scans the area for another place to hide the guard’s body it wasn’t long before that search was successful. “Okay you two. We saw what we came here to see so can we now get the hell out before someone else comes along. Damn, I thought we were trying to avoid casualties.” “We really haven’t seen anything, Yarlin. The only thing we discovered is a hangar that could be used for the purposes we suspected it used for. From what we overheard the guards in one of the jeeps we know the jet is not being flown by the regular crew and that they’re here has hostages, somewhere on the premises.” “Where, James?” “There.” John points toward the main complex. “Somewhere in the building’s basement area with some of the staff as hostages.”

“This is the next question. Do we attempt to find them or just sit with our fingers up our buttocks?” “For now, Edward. We’re here to find the damn jet then report our findings. We don’t make a move until we’re told or until we know for sure where the hostages are.” Fernardez gives a gentle pat on his friend’s back then peers around the corner. Safely back in the shadows the three agents turn glancing on the complex again satisfied only in knowing their suspicions about the place were correct they next step would be waiting to see if the Zodiac would return as confirmation of their

findings. Van Dorne and one of her female escorts Ceilia make a finally check of the hallways they spot Arron Carver still steaming from his conversion with, Georgio Clardaire. “Mr. Carver. I have a request of you.” Carver stops in his tracks then turns slowly about. “I would like you and some of the men remove the Zodiac crew from their quarters then have them taken where no one would think of finding them.” “Where is that, M’s Van Dorne?” “A small place not far from here an archery range, actually. I noticed it on my arrival.” “When do you want me to remove them?” Carver asks. “You can start the process tonight. Let them get some night air before taking them to their temporary accommodations, Mr. Clardaire and I will you later. It’s twelve miles from here are you familiar with the area?” “If not one of the other men will know.” “Good. Without the crew here the German police will have no reasons to check this building, again. Besides, I don’t need them snooping around unannounced.” Carver bows slightly then turns to do what was instructed of him. Turning to Ceilia, Ingrid gives a few finally instructions before biding her goodnight. For the most part the staff of the complex was still unaware of what had occurred the hostage situation, the death of the original AeroTech manager nor the new guards that had slowly replaced the original men the setup was executed perfectly all those who could pinpoint the lady of mystery were eliminated. The agents were not done for the night they remain concealed safely in the woods outside the grounds waiting for signs of the project jet’s arrival something they were not truly sure would happen. Ellis and Fernardez set talking for what seemed to like hours when Yarlin, looking through his binoculars, calls their attention to the complex. Ellis. “What the devil is it now, lad?” Yarlin hands the field-glasses to him then points to the main entrance of the building. “Well, what do you know. There they are our twelve angels all walking in a row.”

John quickly rises to his feet removing his small folding pair of field glasses. He focuses in the direction Yarlin had pointed. “Now we know for sure where the goddesses are all we have to do is find their chariot.” “Aren’t you going to wait all night for it?” Yarlin turns in his direction, slowly removing the glasses from his face. “I’m quite sure if we miss it we come again another night. I want to make sure of one thing to finalize this mission that was to see if the women were here, before we leaving.”

They continue to watch the twelve women walk a short distance from the building then stand huddled together before returning inside after several minutes. Ellis taps Fernardez’s arm after sliding himself up from his seated position before making his way to the car. “Come on, mates. At least we know the women are all right and as you said, James. The Zodiac will come another night until then all we can do is keep an eyes on things.” Inside the complex the women are briefly led back to their confines. Roberts was still anger about Paula’s judgment allowing Van Dorne’s henchmen access into the jet soon her anger fades as they walk along the corridors with the others trailing. Once inside their room she and Chin approach Winslow.Roberts speaks softly as she moves slowly next to her lead pilot. “I still say that was a wrong move you made.” “It might have been but as you see it bought us more time.” Paula answers. “Besides, they would have killed the rest of us if I hadn’t done it, I kept that in mind.” “Look, I don’t know exactly what went on in your meeting with this woman.” Chin strolls next to the two women with her head facing the floor and arms crossed. “I can tell you this much. I personally would rather have the time to make some kind of escape efforts, than to die without a fighting chance. I know this sound as if I am re-enforcing Paula’s actions perhaps I am, to a degree. I say if we can find a way of gaining control of our jet, we do it.”

“You’re pretty bold for a small person.” Roberts remarks. Chin Wang shrugs smiling. “A good fight is better than frighten hostages.” “That was me intentions Chin and I was hoping Jean would see it that way to, at the time.” Paula faces the window then looks outward. “We need to find out why she’s so worthy at her word. There is something more to this hostage situation then we are aware of.” Roberts. “Look, you two. I’m not the bad guy on this call. I just thought at the time it was bad judgment, okay?” Corgio. “This sounds like a confession session, if you ask me.” “Confess to what?” Jean wheels about facing Liz standing leaning to one side. Listen. When it comes to team work I don’t mind the thought. However, we all have the right to say and believe what we wish.” Paula’s arms rise suddenly. “Okay. Okay the matter is over and done with. The thing now is to deal with whatever is next and we don’t know what that is. We need to get some sleep have clear heads and see what lies ahead.” With what clothing was handed to them the women shower take the full advantage of the accommodations in the complex before preparing themselves for a good night sleep. Winslow half clad flops herself on the bed then gazes on the ceiling as, Tishina Borgsliski the Russian crew member the quietest out of the group, slowly seats herself on the bed next to Winslow’s. Her eyes scan the room on the other women, before softly speaking out. “Do you really believe your country will do its best to find us? I mean do you believe they really care?” Winslow. “That’s an odd question. Why do you say that? I would think the Soviet Union would want you back just as badly.” Tishina sighs. “It is much different for me.” “How so?”

“My country has no faith in this project and never had. As far as they are concerned, it was born to fail. Now, here we are hostages and not know what they are doing with our air craft. It has too much technology to be in the hands of some mad woman.” Winslow tilted her head in Tishina’s direction both women spoke softly enough so the other would not over hear their conversion. “The way I see it. You are the one who represents them in making a difference so you would be a valuable asset to them. I can not believe your country would be so heartless in not doing something about your situation.” “Politic. That is what they believe this is all about.” Borgsliski leans back with her back against the bed post and arms folded. “This project is a safeguard again the Soviet forces attacking their countries. That is the rumor I was told before ing the program.” “I am sure you can think for yourself. If what you say is so, how would the Russian fend off eleven other countries without fear of being attacked themselves? No. This project is just as Doctor Orlandis said it is about trust, peace and unity. Now go to sleep and stop thinking negatively.” Yarlin for some reason skips his routine of reporting to his Chief Richard Price. He along with Fernardez and Ellis had taken some time out to enjoy the township and what it had to offer. It was two days later John and Edward decided to go back to their surveillance work, minus the young agent and this time it was different. They drive along the lonely road some time that night, later than usual. It was Fernardez’s idea that they could have left the area too early probably just minutes before the jet arrived. “What time is it, Jimmy me boy.” Ellis fumbling with the sleeve of his shirt as if he was searching for something that was not there… his watch. John motions to the clock on the car’s dash yet still glances on his watch to gives the time. “It’s almost One o’clock Edward. Why do you have a date other than this one?” “I wish the hell I did. This baby-sitting job is getting boring and no solid results.” Edward releases a sigh then turns his focus on the road. There was a sudden whizzing sound of jet engines overhead it seems closer to

the ground than usual jets would fly. John notice Ellis lifting his head skyward a surprising look on his face. The sky appeared void of any type of aircraft and yet there was a sound indicated something was approaching the British Agent soon saw strange landing lights shinning dimly in the night sky like a flying saucer making its way to the complex grounds. “James, stop the car. Stop it man you hear.” John slows down enough to safely peer from the windshield skyward. Like some black demon slowly making its way in the direction of the facility was the Zodiac hovering overhead. As the car comes to a halt Ellis quickly leaps out before heading for the hillside overlooking the Aerotech base less than a few miles away. “There it is, James. The very thing we’ve spend hours waiting for.” Edward removes his pair of field glasses with John doing the same. “She came to refuel at last. “Well, we better take it the rest of the way on foot, Edward.” Fernardez returns to the car parked out of sight in the thick trees the two men rush to the hillside working their way toward the base dressed in dark attire with duffle bags on their backs with holstered weapons on their shoulders, they head for the opening John made nights ago.

The air field was dimly lit this time enough for the crew to guide the stolen jet undetected along the runway. It was the same for the jet’s running lights the eerie greenish lights glowing lining the underbelly of the project aircraft give Fernardez and Ellis the feeling they were witnessing a UFO landing. They were moments from the fence the jet cuts its engines and begins to hover for a moment before slowly descending downward not far from the five hangars. “Now, we’ll see if they use that hangar we checked out.” John remarks, turning to face his friend. The come-along trucks move quickly toward air craft and four men attach the guiding rode to the nose of the jet before then rushing back to the vehicle. Ellis. “I wonder if any of our female friends, have a hand in this.” His answer comes within minutes when Van Dorne’s four crewmen leap from the cockpit doors, just as she comes strolling out with her two female henchmen. John could only look on with amazement at the speed in which the Zodiac had been towed

away. “I guess that answers that… doesn’t it?” John remarks. With the Zodiac safely inside the doors of the hangar slowly close Van Dorne and her crewmen make their way inside the building. There was something else added to the guards on patrol. Edward and John could hear it as three men make their approach on foot. K-9 dogs barking loudly in the distance the extra security could have been the result of someone finding the dead guard’s body and the visit Ellis and Yarlin made. There would have to be another way of reentering the grounds. Both men knew if they were to remain on the ground, it would be most likely the dogs would catch their scent. It there was something Fernardez could always find in most of his acts of infiltrating an Army base or any other installation that was plenty of trees and brush. In this case the trees were near to the roof of one of the far hangars. He and Edward would have some climbing to do as well as leaping from tree branch to tree branch in order to get where they had to go. John starts to explain his next move but it was Ellis who had other ideas something he could see himself doing better. He was not as young as Fernardez nor as agile. Removing a pair of wire cutters, a tool he never leaves without, Ellis points to the top of the barbed wire fence. “Look. We do it this way, Jimmy my boy. If we cut the wire I can bend it enough for the two of us to climb over. You have to give this old man less of a challenge on this one.” “And the dogs?” John said, glancing through the fence and around the corner of the hangar some yards away. “Tear off some of them branches and let me show what to do with them, once we’re over the fence. It was a half and half deal. As the two agents climb a nearby tree they wait a few minutes for the men with the dogs to by, their later move along the branches to the top of the fence. Ellis cuts the wiring then bends it carefully back his eyes constantly watching for more patrolling guards. With the many sounds around them it was difficult for anyone to hear the soft clanging the metal fence made when the two men worked their way down. Leaping to the ground briefly scanning the surroundings, Ellis pin points their next move. “There are more men in this Goddamn place than

before, James. The way I figure it someone is getting wise to our game.”

“I wouldn’t say that just yet.” Fernardez was now crouched down on one knee and checking for any advantages they could still have. “The other thing that might give us a bit of a problem is the dogs. We just need to be more stealth full in our movements.” Turning back with a boyish smile. Quickly dashing along the grounds through fuel tanks and what obstacles that were in their path, John and Edward finally reach the row of air plane hangars but they were still not close enough to the one they had intended to reach. “With those hounds of theirs let’s give them something to look for.” “Now, what the hell are you suggesting, Barn? I don’t need some flea bitten mutt chasing me.” “I wouldn’t have it that way my friend. All I am saying is through them off long enough that we can meet up later diverting their attention from our target. I know you can do that.” Ellis shook his head. “I don’t know why I listen to you.” Rolling his eyes then sighing softly. “So be it. You go that way I’ll see what I can do.” The agents separate then rush off in different directions, with Ellis on one end of the row of hangars and John on the other. Edward had worked with diversion tactics before dealing with dogs. He was artful and cunning all coming from past experience, although it was not exactly what he enjoyed. Using tree branches and old oil cans lying about, Ellis covers some of his tracks allowing just enough of his scent to cause the hounds to cause a disturbance. In the darkness the British agent moves silently and quickly along the ground away from his Latin friend. From the fifth floor window, the women of the Zodiac could hear the commotion below. Pasco and Steward were bedded closest to the scenic glass window of their prison accommodations. They spring from their beds rushing over to look outward on the complex grounds. Pasco. “Hey. There is something going on out there.” “She’s right. The dogs are barking their tails off.” Steward remarks, ing the Canadian and scanning the grounds. “This could mean someone has decided to

rescue us.” Soon the others were standing along side the two women all looking to see what was going on. Jean Roberts and Jonnetta O’Brian were still leery in assuming their hostage situation was about to be over. O’Brian. “It could be nothing. Some wild animal could have gained access across the runway and the damn dogs caught wind of it.” “Perhaps.” Chin Wang remarks. “Let’s just wait up and see. Hell, where do we have to go?” Edward did well in throwing off the hounds and soon s Fernardez who was now closer to his targeted hangar. With their backs hugging the structure with little space between them, the agents pause again waiting for the coast to clear… at least they thought it would be. Fernardez unknowingly had placed himself near the side where most of the activity was. There were several men standing outside of the main door of the hangar as an added precaution laughing and joking amongst themselves. Things were more difficult and it would take much more planning to by them, if they could. Just then one guard moves away seemingly heading for the complex but then rounds the bend, out of sight of the two agents. John attention turns to one of the fuel tanks outside the structure.

“With all that work I did to divert those bloody hounds and this is as far as we can go. Seem like a Goddamn waste of effort.” “I wouldn’t say that. Give these guys a few more minutes of so and I will have them removed. Hell, there is one still standing there.” Fernardez removes the knife from holster on his ankle. Still crouching he works silently toward the lone guard hoping his companion would take longer in returning. The man removes a cigarette then searches his shirt pockets for a match just as he finds one John moves in for the kill. With his hands wrapped firmly around the guard’s neck his knife jetting around his throat, Fernardez makes short work of the human obstacle. A wave of a hand alerts Ellis he was clear to his friend next to the very hangar they were interested in. The doors of the hangar had been closed for a matter of a few minutes and the come-long trucks were now moving off in the opposite direction. The sound of

men and dogs were still cutting the night air and the three jeeps on the runway continued beaming their search lights along it. Peeping through the dust covered windows, Fernardez could see he and Edward had arrived just in time to see the jet being lowered beneath the hangar’s floor. “This explains everything, James. The Zodiac could have been here all along with us spending countless of hours waiting for it to arrive. For all we know it could have been here right under our noses.” “If they treat this thing like we do the blackbird, it’s going to leave here some time early in the morning hours or later again during the night.” Ellis stands behind John as he continues glancing inside, then moves to the corner of the structure to check for the second guard. The group that had been standing not far from the front of the main doors of the secret hangar were now gone, but there was still that one guard, who later rounds the corner and makes his way to where the two agents were. Using the cover of darkness the guard prepares to relief himself, Ellis lets out with a soft whistle then motions, John who had climbed on a tank to another window for a better look, to make his way back down. “What is it, now?” “The bloke who walked off is coming back this way.” Ellis ducks his head around the corner just as the guard comes within twenty yards of him and Fernardez position. Fernardez peeps around the corner to see the man slowly lowering his zipper there was no doubts about what his intentions were. Just as the henchman turns the bend John makes short work of him striking him in the forehead with the butt of the gun and sending him unconscious to the ground. “That should hold him for a few minutes or so.” “I hope you’re right. I don’t want you to kill him with his fly open.” Ellis jokingly remarks. “Someone would think he went to pull his pug… if you catch my drift.” Fernardez. “You’re a sick man. You know sometimes I wonder about you sense of humor, Edward.” He replied turning back while returning to his position on the fuel tanks

“What’s happening now, James?”

“Beats me.” John continues watching several of Van Dornes accomplices anchor down the jet’s landing gear before pressing the buttons of a control and lowering it further beneath the hangar floor. “One thing for sure. The jet is here under the floor and they inspect it before hiding it. No, wonder the German police and other authorities couldn’t find the jet. Right now the place is empty and they’re just standing around talking.” “How many?” “I see three.” “Here, now. Let me get a gander inside.” Fernardez was cautious in his leap downward allowing Ellis his turn to peer inside. “If I can take a look about I maybe able to find out how we can move things along on this bloody mission, if you want to still call it that.” The three men John had seen were still within the confines of the room and making themselves busy. As far as the others who had helped secure the jet, there were no signs of them around. Edward placed his body against the hangar wall his face almost against the pane glass window. “Shit, Barn. This is going to be a piece of cake with just three buggers inside.” “Are they armed, as far as you can see?” “Ah, hell no. Mere grease monkeys if you ask me. Find a way in and taking them out should be a breeze I would say.” Not knowing there was a guard seated silently, underneath the window. He doesn’t realize he had been spotted by one of the guards out of the corner of the guard’s eyes. The man gave no indications of his noticing the British agent and cleverly signals his fellow guardsman seated underneath the window. Slowly the man stands to his feet to notice the pale and unpainted face of the Englishman with his attention turned away. Suddenly, a shot rings out the window pane shatters Agent Edward suddenly bends holding his head. Something was terribly wrong, Ellis moves slowly from his position at the window it was then without thinking John rushes to aid him, his actions are noticed by two other guards on the outside. More shoot erupts and Fernardez feels the wind from the ing bullets as he continues in Ellis’s direction.

Fernardez finally reaches his old friend still holding his head. Ellis was not critically wounded but in much pain. The bullet had grazed his forehead leaving a scar going from his forehead and upward. “Come on, Edward. We have to get the hell out of here before more guards come.” John turned back to see two of the men who were in the hangar, racing out of the door. Ellis motions for his friend to go on replying his would him later. “That’s bullshit, we came in together and that’s the way we’re going out.” Fernardez lifts Edward to his feet with his gun in hand. “I never did it in the Seal Team and I’ll be damn if I will with you. Now, get you lazy British ass up and let’s run for it.” The wound was fairly deep the blood oozes between the British agents’ fingers. Even with the fast approaching danger, John and Ellis had been through too much for Edward to suggest he be left behind, that wasn’t the way they operated. John quickly wraps his friends arm around his neck then scrabbles off toward a darker side of the hangar. The sound of the two men racing their way was clearly heard drawing near. Even as they crouch down in the darkness there was no doubts in both agent’s minds the guards known where they where, or at least had a fairly good idea.

“Do you think you can climb the fence?” John glances on the section of fence that had been accessed. “Come on Edward I need you to at least try.” “Let me say it this way, James. You bet your ass I will give it ago.” Ellis gives a half hearted smile. “It’s just one thing ol’boy what about the dogs.” Fernardez. “I think that part can be remedied.” Fastening his silencer to the mussel of his weapon having, Ellis doing the same. Ellis was still dazed Fernardez could feel his old friend staggering to keep up struggling. Both men worked their way toward the fence where they had entered the grounds, with the two guards in pursuit and more on the way. If it was not for the fuel tanks the guards would have fired long before the foot chase began. The two agents thought nothing of the dangerous explosive material and continue dodging between them. With less than a few more yards to go, Ellis turns and

fires on the two men hitting one and sending the other off to wait for reinforcements. “I still have the touch, Jimmy me boy.” John was beginning to think Ellis was slowly recovering from his wound, by the way his shooting had improved. “We’re almost there. Just hold on for a few more minutes, Ed.” John wraps his arm around the Englishman then tightens it before looking on the fence. “Shit, this would have to happen.” Noticing the more guards, two with dogs guarding their way out. “We left too many bodies lying about. They must have found one or two. Well, Jimmy this looks to be it. I bought three clips of ammo and now I have one left.” Fernardez briefly searches the pockets of his tactical pants to have he had a spare. “I have twenty-six rounds left this clip is for you.” “You’re so generous.” “Think nothing of it.” John remarks, touching Ellis’s wound and noticing the blooding had slowed down but not by much. “You feeling okay?” “Yeah. Now we have find another way off this complex grounds. You got any ideas?” Fernardez scans the area while Edward kept his eyes on the lone guard, still waiting for reinforcements. “If we can make it behind the main building, we may just have a chance. There are several trees there I am almost sure one of them will render some low hanging branches.” “This is your show, mate. Let’s give it ago.” Both men crawl slowly on their bellies to avoid the danger they had just realized was around them. The yapping hounds were drawing nearer to the place where they had been, along with at least a doze or more guards. With bullets whizzing over their heads it seemed for the moment the advantage of darkness was on their side and only the dogs would know their exact location. Fernardez had called his suspicions correctly there was a group of trees not yet trimmed with low hanging branches close enough to the top of the fencing. When things seemed to go well for both agents and freedom almost at their finger tips the

guards release one of their dogs. The hound, from what both agents to see, was close to two hundred pounds of pure muscle easily John was in its path of attack. Ellis’s wound didn’t stop his keen eye sight his friend was about to be mauled and draw attention to their escape route. Removing his hunting knife and taking in a deep breath, the Englishman rushes forward.

Fernardez heard the growling beast but at the last moment. He was unable to draw a bead on the dog, before it leaps on top of him. The night air fills with the sound of Fernardez and the dog struggling along the ground. Ellis was like grease lightning he was on top the beast and stabbing it around the neck with hard and deep plunges. One look at John’s arm and his side, alerted the British agent his friend was now in need of medical care. Ellis, wrapping his arm around his friend’s waist and aiding him to his feet. “That bloody mutt and I mean that figuratively. Trying to ruin our chances of getting the hell out of here. Come on, Barn. I think we’ve seen enough action for the tonight. We both need some tender care.” It was lucky for the two agents they were in black bullets continue to whiz them with no sense of accuracy. Edward moves his Latin friend closer to one of over hanging branches just as ten guards advance forward. John could see only one of them would clear the grounds’ safety and in his mind it was Agent Edward Ellis. He pushes the Englishman to the fence motioning for him to start climbing. “You bloody fool. What the hell do you think you’re doing.” John’s voice emerges softly with a tone of weakness. “Just go.” He remarks know his injuries were worse than Ellis’s slight flesh wound. “You have a better chance of make it than me. There is no need in both of us being hostages, or killed.” “Bullshit. You’ll never be able to take all of them and I am not leaving here empty handed.” Turning back to see John posed with gun pointed. “There’s still enough time for you and I to make this.” Fernardez continues pointing his gun placing two of the guards in his sights, with more on the way. “I am not going to say it again, on Edward. I don’t have time to argue.”

More shots ring out, this time they were closer than before and more accurate as the men draw near. John fires off three shots hitting two men with others returning fire. As Ellis starts his climb to freedom he pauses. Fernardez quickly looks up with one hand he pushes the Englishman in the rear. “I said to go on, what are you waiting for?” The guards were now too close for either Edward or Fernardez to safely climb to freedom. Leaping from the fence knocking his friend out of the way, Ellis stands posed with gun in hand. “To hell with all the bullshit. I not leaving without you ol’boy and that’s the bloody facts.” Pushing John again out of harms way and letting go with almost all of his remaining ammo. He fires on the group of guards hitting two of the six as they rush forward. The others soon meet with a volley of gun fire as both agents give all they had to give to cut down the odds. It was as if in slow motion Edward’s body bends half way with his gun still in his hand. He raises it again and continues shooting like the hard-core British soldier he once was. John could tell his friend had been hit several times from the way his body responded, but the old Englishman continues fruitlessly. There were too many guards and more dogs moving in John’s direction. Soon Fernardez to feels the pain of being shot as a bullet strikes his upper shoulder giving him the feeling that he had been hit with a sludge hammer. Ellis slowly drops to the ground several feet in front the South American. He tries crawling toward his gun, that had landed several feet away. “Edward, Edward.” John yells in horror as guards rush forward. “Why didn’t you go on like I told you? You foolish bastard.”

“I could have said that to you on several occasions, Jimmy. I guess one of us had to get the title.” There was blood oozing from Ellis’s lips’ indications his internal injuries were not good. John couldn’t imagine losing his best friend although he had lost others before Edward. He and Ellis had been in gunfights before with men barreling down on them, but they both still came out winners. It slowly starts to that Fernardez closest friend was dying before his eyes and as he moves closer Ellis stops crawling. With his hand on Edward’s chest blood spewing from his

wounds and through John’s fingers, Ellis looks upward. John held the Englishman’s head in his hands and cradled him about the shoulders. “You know Jimmy me boy. I could sure use that drink right about now.” Fernardez. “Sure, Edward me to.” Tears slowly streaming down on his dying friend. “When we get out of this I’ll by you what ever you want and a lot of it. We’ll share.” John’s head sinks slowly closer to Ellis’s. He could hear Edward’s death rattle with brief moments of coughing as the remaining guards slowly approach with guns still smoking. “Yeah when we get out of this, you can have all the whiskey you want.” “Sounds like a winner, James you and I both know that’s bullshit.” “No. I mean it. You can retire and relax.” Still rocking Ellis in his arms but his words’ land on deaf ears. The only voices that were heard were those of the guards ordering him up from the ground with his hands raised. John glances down to notice Ellis’s eyes giving off a blank stare. “Yeah, when you get out of here we’ll go drinking together.” His head slowly touching his dead friend’s forehead before closing his eyes. “Okay the fun’s over for you.” One guard remarks. He leans over to remove Fernardez from the Englishman’s body. Later he and two other guards yank John by the shoulders pulling him to his feet in pain, then turn to two more men who drag Ellis’s body away. John stumbles forward in anger. “What are you going to do with him?” “That shouldn’t be you concern. He has nothing to worry about but you on the other hand do.” John was barely able to stand on his own as the guard pats him down removing the tools both he and Edward used to gain their way on the complex grounds. “Nice, real nice. A special made Smith and Wesson 9 millimeter, fancy binoculars plus an all purpose Swedish knife. I guess you willn’t be needing these anymore.” The guard turns to the others. “Check out his friend. He might have a few items we could use ourselves.”

Fernardez. “So what now… shot me?” Watching two guards drag his friend’s body off in the distance. “That thought may not be such a bad idea but not until we get some approval. After that I would be glad to accommodate you. Take him inside to meet our hostess. Maybe she’ll know what she wants to do with him.”

John’s anger was great not just for the fact Ellis and he had been through hell and back, but thinking if it was not for him, Edward would have been retired by now. The pain in his shoulder and the bits on his body continue throbbing like hot spikes with the two guards holding him tightly about his wounds it made matters worse. It took four guards to escort the battered agent off making sure he wouldn’t attempt another escape John’s face gave all the signs of a man who received a few unsightly souvenirs after fighting a good battle. His right jaw was slightly swollen on the right corner of his lips blood trickles slowly down. As they make their way to the main complex building, Fernardez’s eyes continue searching for a way of escape that for the moment seemed impossible. Chin Wang and Pearl Steward were still poised at the window of their prison room, looking down on the grounds. They could see the guards escorting a prisoner, but could not make out who it was. “I knew something was going on out there.” Pearl cut her eyes on her Asian friend, Wang. “I don’t know what country sent help, but it failed.” “What are you two looking at?” “The guards, Jean. They have someone in custody and from the looks of it. It’s a man. Can’t tell who.” “One man? That’s just peachy.” Jean slowly s the two women at the window, but it was Chin Wang whose eyes spot the two soldiers carting Agent Edward Ellis’s body to one of the broken down trucks on the far end of the hangars. “No. There were two men. One is dead.” Ellis was discarded like a sack of potatoes. The two men tossed his body into the rear section of the truck, along with lumber and other debris scheduled for disposal the next day. Pasco. “Well, I guess we’ll have some company, if they don’t decide to shot him.”

As the guards reach the main entrance of the AeroTech building, John sees a possible way of escape. The two men had become too casual in the handling of their prisoner their grip on his shoulders too relaxed. They were laughing about what had occurred. Within a split second the Latin agent let out with an elbow to one guard’s stomach then wheels about suddenly with all he could give striking the second guard in the face. The blow was enough to sending his captive wheeling backward down the flight of stairs John then returns his attention to the first. A swift kick is sent to the man’s face giving the agent more time to think and plan his next move. Even with all his pain, Fernardez had enough energy to furnish an attempt to elude capture. Dashing along the side of the building holding his side he seeks the cover of darkness. The complex ground was buzzing with men and dogs searching for him there was seemingly no place he could turn and heading for the main gate was too open and too far of a distance to sprint, without being seen. Trucks and jeeps with search lights cruise slowly along the grounds the sound of men yelling out orders cut through the night air with Fernardez creeping along the side of the building. When all seemed clear he makes a dash for one of the hangars that appeared unoccupied. Fernardez slowly slides the door back after peering noticing no one inside he then turns in the direction of several guards making their way toward it. It was the agent’s intentions to enter the structure then hide amongst either the crates lining the hangar floor or make his way to the beams in the ceiling until the search cooled off. Turning suddenly again he receives a painful blow, this time in the forehead with the butt of a rifle.

“You fool. How could you let this man lose?” A male’s voice yells. Fernardez, half dazed and almost unconscious, lies motionlessly on his back while listening to the man yelling at the guards standing over him. “With all that we have planned you let this man escape custody… take him to Clardaire.” The voice was familiar even through it had been some time since Fernardez had heard it but still it was recognizable. With his vision blurred, John still made out some of the man’s features. It was Arron Carver the man whom he initially was sent out to find. The agent could now feel the hands of his capture rising him upward but enough to drag him away. The name Clardaire resisters as well another man he wanted to find and kill. It wasn’t clear exactly where he was,

Fernardez could still see light but the noise and movement indicated he was inside another hangar area. Suddenly he hears the familiar voice of Georgio Clardaire. “Well, look what we have here.” The French accent blares out loud and clear. “National Security’s, James. Barn. I thought I would never see you again. You’ve been on my ass for several long and grueling months and as you can see. I have eluded your fruitless efforts.” John. “Now that you do see me again this could be the worse day in your life.” Speaking groggily. “I now have two birds to kill with one stone, as they say. Which one of you wants to go first?” “Such nervous.” Clardaire shakes his head. Fernardez was in no position to threaten anyone something Georgio was curtain of. “Mr. Clardaire, we caught him and another man trying to get into the fifth hangar.” One of the guards said. “What do you want to do with him?” “You know. It would be a pleasure to kill him now instead of later.” Clardaire lends over his face almost close enough to whisper in John’s ear. “I think someone else has plans for you, Mr. Barn. you.” John’s eyes roll upward in his head as the Frenchman stares into his face. “When he is safely put away and recovered I will question him more. For now. He is in no condition to answer any questions. Have someone tend to his wound when you have found a place to store him.” The two guards holding the agent drag him down the hallway to one of the rooms on the far end. Fernardez was completely unconscious when the men tossed him into the room on the carpeted floor. He lies balled in a knot his shoulder throbbing as they close the door and leave. Later that evening returning to his hotel room Agent Yarlin who had just come back from a romantic and lovely dinner with the woman he had ired before, decides to check on John and Ellis. Glancing on his watch Yarlin noticed it was 3:45 in the morning with still no signs of either men after knocking on the doors of their apartments. The next thought that crosses the young agent’s mind was they could have done the same thing he had just finished doing. Returning his room, agent Karol Yarlin kicks off his shoes. “They most likely stopped somewhere for some drinks.” He utters. “Wait a

minute Edward stopped drinking. If they hadn’t found anything at AeroTech they would have been back here almost immediately. Oh, what the hell they’re grown men.” Karol, still tire from his drinking, dancing and other physical endeavors in his efforts to please his female companion, slips from his clothing preparing for bed. He would question Fernardez and Ellis in the morning before reporting to his agency.

John laid on the carpeted floor of his prison room for less than an hour before three guards escorts Ceilia, Van Dorne’s female henchman inside. She was not only good as posing as Wilkinson’s receptionist she was very good at treating medical needs. Handing her rifle to one of the three men with her, Ceilia bends down with gores and other medical items in hand. “You know you’re quite a fool to think you could come and go on this base, so easily.” She begins cutting away his turtle neck shirt then tightly wrapped a piece of gores around his side. “This is going to hurt a bit, but the bullet isn’t too deep. In fact I can see the end of it.” “You know she’s using you.” John’s words emerge slurred, yet understandable. Ceilia inserts the small tweezers, then slowly removes the back of the lodged bullet. Fernardez groans and bite down hard on the wrapped bandage the woman had placed in his mouth. Soon she tends to the bit wounds given to the agent by the guard’s over sized canine. “That didn’t seem too bad.” “That depends on the person who received the injuries, wouldn’t it?” Fernardez remarks. “I think you’ll make it, Mr. Cortell.” She then turns to the three guards before standing to her feet. “Once I put something on this, make sure he doesn’t move about. Except when he thinks of escaping again. Oh yes, Mr. Cortell or whatever you name really is. I have been used before, but this time I get something out of it.” Ceilia smirks a smile then as she walks off. She was not a bad looking woman only her intentions were misdirected by someone much more cunning than she was. John saw her and Anitia as lesbians showing no interest in men but faithful

to their mistress, also seen as a woman turned gay. Fernardez now felt like a half wrapped mummy unable to bend fully with bandages one his shoulder and rib cage. He had a scenic view of the back of the building the opposite side of where the main grounds where but facing the landscape leading toward the city. There was nothing for him to do but wait it out and hope Agent Yarlin could convince, General Blackman’s German to get involve, some sort of way. Meanwhile, Clardaire and Carver make Van Dorne aware of their new guest. She stands with mix emotions, something both men noticed about the news of the man she knows as Agent James Barn arriving. Ingrid was glade to know number one he had been captured, yet on the other hand, John was known for bring trouble with him and she could not afford that. “Where is he now?” She asks. Carver. “He’s in one of the rooms on the four floors below the women’s room. I don’t think he’ll bother us with the shape he’s in.” “Let me tell you something about, Mr. Barn. It seems no matter what shape he’s in he can still be a pain. As soon as he is able I want to see him.” “Do you think that’s advisable.” Clardaire adds. “Why of course it is. When Barn travels he usually travels with someone and I want to know who that someone is along with how much information has gone out. The man you killed may not be the only one Barn has talked to and if not. It would be to our advantage to remove him and the women as soon as possible.”

Van Dorne’s worries were justified. Later that afternoon Yarlin reports to his agency and it was Deputy Chief Benton, Price’s second in command and Otterman’s link between NSA and the CIA, who answers. Yarlin could hear a slight disturbince in Benton’s voice. He had either come from a meeting with others in the agencies on a troubling matter or left a meeting with Ryan BoDac of the Department of Foreign Affairs and that usually meant disturbing news. “This is the Department of human Resources, the government building.” “With all due respects, sir. You can stop with the bullshit. This is Agent Yarlin and I have been calling his number for a matter of days now. All I get is some stupid woman who keeps saying either you or the Chief are out of the office at

the moment.” “Agent Yarlin. I would watch your tongue, if I was you this insubordination. The other thing is why are you calling this line? It your phone a secured line?” “Sorry sir about my language but this is a hell of a mission. And to answer your question. No, this is not a secured line. I am in a hotel in . This will not take long so tracing this call will take some time.” Yarling turns looking on the lobby of the hotel with the phone held loosely. A sigh is heard Benton waits for the young agent to continue. “Sir. I would ask you the same question. Are you on a secure line?” “Sure, I am Agent Yarlin. However, I do have company standing nearby. What’s on your mind?” Karol then codes his conversion, just in case his call happened to take longer. He replies to his Deputy Chief’s questions with a tone of urgency. “Sir. Not only did I miss that flight some nights ago, I am missing two of the engers who came with me. They went out to the airport last night and it’s now afternoon here. They still haven’t reported to me.” “You know where the airport is, Yarlin?” “Yes, sir.” “I would suggest you find them but you didn’t hear it from me… got that? If you have to find ways of getting inside the airport and looking about the place, do it. Right now the company is in deep shit, if you know what I mean. Not only ours but the other one as well.” “Sir. I am going to need more representatives out here, once I confirm finding them.” “Sorry, but that’s not possible. Too many reps could cost this whole thing to blowup in our faces. Do what you can. If you find your main enger he can help you greatly.” “Sir, I can seem to… .”

“Look, Yarlin I have to go. Just see what you can. If you can’t find them this whole thing will be scrubbed and you’ll be heading back, you hear me? That is just the way things work in this company.” “Yes, sir. I hear you loud and clear.” Karol slowly places the phone on its receiver then turns again to the lobby taking in a deep breath. “This is going to be bullshit. I can see it now.” Yarlin was frustrated and angry with no one to depend on but himself. There was only one thing to do find, Ellis and John using his wit and daring. Let it not be said Yarlin was not a man who was quick thinking on his feet. Later that same day he drives to the complex, dressed in business attire. He waits outside of the base and watches Van Dorne and Clardaire leave in one of the complex vans, then makes his way to the main gate.

As he pulls up to the gate one of the guards approach asking for some type of identification, something he was not prepared for. His German was quite well as he insists on seeing Teshem. After a few heated words the guard turns to his partner, who was seated inside the shack then turns again to the young agent and waves him on. Standing in the lobby with the guard not far, Yarlin takes notice of the inside, just as Ellis had done before on their first arrival. It wasn’t long before Teshem approaches with a look of frustration on his face. He had seen enough visitors in the short time he had been pull in charge of the project. From the balcony level on the third floor, Arron Carver lends on the rails looking down making sure there were no other unwanted intruders and ease dropping on their conversion. “I am, Mr. Teshem. Then again you know that, Mr. Newman. Who are you to make demands in coming here?” “I hate to make this visit on an unpleasant note. It has come to my attention through my government this matter of the missing jet, has not yet been resolved.” “Are you working with the police here, Mr. Newman or just being unpleasant in this matter?” Teshem cut his eyes on the guard standing at Yarlin’s side then back again.

“You can say it is higher than that. I am someone who does not want the local authorities involved. So you can consider this more or less a social call with an urgent need for answers.” “Listen, Mr. Newman. We have told the local authorities and others involved we don’t know anything of the jet. It has failed to make its scheduled arrival some months ago and now here we are having this conversion. Really, there’s not much more I can tell you or anyone in this complex on the subject.” Teshem poses briefly. It was still not clear to him Yarlin came or what he had hoped to gain by his visit. The German government was still under the gun and being closely watched by the world under a microscope. “Mr. Newman. If there are no other questions on this matter I must retire. It has been a long day for me. The project must still go on until they decide to pull the plug, which I am hoping they don’t.” “I have one last question.” Teshem had his back turn. His eyes happen to glance upward to the balcony where Carver was standing, still leaning over the rail. He turns again to the young agent his patience short. “I would like to take a brief tour of the complex, if that is not too much to ask. Since you have nothing to hide.” “Mr. Newman, really. I have talked to many people on this subject and as I stated. I am tired from the days work.” Teshem turns to the guard then motions for him to lead Yarlin around the complex. “I must say this is really becoming annoying although as you said I have nothing to hide. One the second thought. I will show you around for the last and final time.” Yarlin bows smiling then turns away following the guard. “Mr. Newman. Let it not be said this company is not trying all it can to accommodate the governments’ investigation. I must remind you. We can only have but so many intrusions. Please relay that would you.”

The first place that is shown was the hangar’s closeness to the main building. Yarlin could see nothing unusual as he and the young guard continue strolling the grounds. They are unaware Carver stood in the distance watching their every move. He insisted on seeing the inside of the center hangar that John and Ellis

were so interested in. The young agent also noticed on the man’s face that was not an area he wanted to show off. “Is there something wrong with the building, or is there something this project does not want me to see?” Yarlin remarks, looking on the building with his hands firmly on his hip. “This is not one of the buildings we use much. I can assure you everything is fine.” “Really. Then you would not mind letting me seeing inside.” The guard hesitates for a moment and turns to see if any of his fellow guardsmen was watching. He moves slowly to the doors then slides it open wide. Pulling out a pen and pad, as if he was taking notes the young agent looks on the grounds around the hangar before going inside. His eyes glance on the broken window Ellis had been shot. There were no doubts in Agent Yarlin’s mind it was the result of a bullet that had been fired that shattered it. The stains on the ledge lead him to believe someone had gotten injured and that someone could have been either Fernardez or Ellis. The guard turns just as Yarlin had finished looking on it. “One of our man was clumsy in repairing it. I guess he was not much in hammering in the latches. Yarlin. “No doubt.” Seeing broken glass on the outside, instead of in. He had been in the agency no more than five years but like Agent Ellis,Yarlin was very observant. Karol could just about tell where his friends would gain access to the property just by the night surveillance they had done. For the most part it was Yarlin who was leading the tour and not his escort. As they moved along the fence, Yarlin also notice the fence area where both agents had gain access to the grounds… something the guard never took note. Karol was very secretive about his findings as they walk inside and seeing signs of someone being wounded. John’s blood was not only spotted on the door near the handle it was seen doting the floor on the way in, small drops but nevertheless visible. “And what is the third hangar used for?” “It is used for projects, Mr. Newman. As you can see there haven’t been any plans for a new air craft but we still like to keep the windows darken as a preventive measure.” The guard proudly answers.

“Not only are they dark, but dusty.” Teshem. “Mr. Newman. I sure this visit is not about how clean our buildings are but to resolve the matter of a missing jet.” “You’re quite right, Mr. Teshem. What about the building, how many floors are there?” “I think you would have noticed that from the outside some of the rooms secure in nature. I really can not go into great detail, as you might expect. Some things the AeroTech firm wants to keep as a guarded secret just as your governments have theirs. I hope you understand.” Yarlin smiles then places the pen and pad in his shirt pocket, before turning to leave. “Well, I have seen most of the complex again and I am satisfied. I can assure you this is the last you will see of me.”

“Do not take be offended by what might seem like a rushed tour, Mr. Newman. This incident has bought on stress amongst the workers and myself. I am sure you and your other government officials are looking at the other sites we have for answers.” “Oh, yes indeed we are. I so happen to be the one in this country whom the government has asked to check things out here.” Outside with his back against the wall overhearing the two men as they speak was, Arron Carver and continues for a few moments until they part company. The sound of the two making their way out reaches his ears and he darts around the other side to see where Yarlin and the guard would go next. It wasn’t long before the young agent is escorted to his car. He had departed just in time the van with Van Dorne and Georgio Clardaire was slowly approaching the complex. Yarlin was long down the road when the van pulls up to the main gate with, Carver standing with the young guard. “Who was that man?” Van Dorne asks, leaning half way out of the enger window. “He said he was working for the German government, although he is an American. He’s been here before. He talked to Teshem.”

“How come he was walking the ground?” “I don’t know Ms. Van Dorne, that you would have to speak with Teshem about.” Clardaire leans across to the enger window. “Has it ever occurred to you that man might be working with Barn? Did he show ID?” Arron turns to the young guard stands silently beside him. “Well, did he?” Carver stands bewildered and still glancing on the young man before replying to Georgio’s question. “Well, No. Not to me at least. As I said he talked to Teshem and walked around the place.”

CHAPTER NINE

THE SLAUGHTERED LAMB

Van Dorne was fit to be tired. “We must make arrangements to move Barn and the women out of the complex, as soon as possible. There is too much activity going on for my liking. Clardaire. First, thing in the morning we move them out of here. I want Mr. Barn bought to me the first thing in the morning, before we removing the others.” The German crew member, Helda Gershan and Spain’s crew member Liz Corgio, could hear the sound of movement in the hallway outside their prison room. Ceilia’s hard heeled boots overtake those of the three guards accompanying her as they draw near. Suddenly, the foot steps stop and both crew could now hear muffled voices. Ceilia. “Ms. Van Dorne is preparing to make the final arrangements for the next targeted country. With what had just happened tonight, there is no time to faultier.” “When?” The guard asks. “Soon, very soon. For now that is not our concern the main thing is keeping anymore German officials from focusing on this complex until we strike. After that we much leave this facility before more investigations are launched.” “What about the female crew ?” Gershan leans her ear closer to the door with Corgio standing over her. They had hoped to hear more about what their captures had in mind for their super jet and if the fate of their fellow crew would end in death. “I don’t have any idea what Ms. Van Dorne will do with them. One thing for sure it will be very interesting to find out.” Ceilia remarks.

The two prisoners look on each other in silence, before Corgio speak. “What do you think they will do to us? She said with her hands jetting out in front of her. Gershan slowly rose to her feet a soft sigh emerges from her lips, as she turns on the other women sleeping soundly. “We know now they are using the Zodiac as an attack air craft. The thing is, who are they attacking and why? As far as we’re concern.” She pauses and turns facing Corgio. “We could be dispensable.” Van Dorne took no chances with her new prisoner. She ordered Fernardez to be tied firmly with guards outside his room, giving no chance for further attempts of escape. His bonds were fairly tight but not to the point that he couldn’t move his arms to a more comfortable position. Every once and a while John’s arms would go numb and he moves them about bringing back the circulation it wasn’t long before he hears voices coming closer to his room. There seemed to be three men, one of them Georgio Clardaire. The clicking sound of the swipe card alerts the agent he was about to have company. Clardaire. “Is he tied good?” “Yes, sir. I don’t think he’ll be going anyway, not with those wounds and that shoulder of his.” The guard answers. “Good. Then I’ll take it from here. Ms. Van Dorne wants to see him. I’ll call you in when I am finished with him.”

John’s prison door opens the light from the hallway silhouettes Georgio’s form as he stands like a specter without any defied facial features, just a huge form in black. Fernardez squints his eyes from the blaring hallway lights and turns them away when the huge Frenchman speaks. “Well. I see you’re still amongst the living.” “You call yourself living. That’s a bit much isn’t it, Georgio?” Clardaire slowly walks over taking the rope around Fernardez’s wrist and giving it a slight twist, raising John to his feet. “For a man in a bad situation you should be mindful of that, not the mention

considerate and thankful your hostess spared your life. As I was about to say. You have someone who wants to see you an old friend.” “Who do you know that’s an old friend of mine?” Fernardez replied, frowning his face with the pain of his wounds. “You’ll be surprised the people I know some who would love to rid themselves of you but that’s not important, right now. The fact is they don’t like waiting in the morning you can speak with them personally.” “I would hate to keep an old friend wait but I am sure they would rather get some sleep, before talking with me. I have a million questions to ask.” Clardaire releases the rope around his hostage then shoveled Fernardez to the floor. Both men stare into each other’s eyes with deep hatred. Two professional assassins who played a tiring game of International hide-an-seek and they both came close to death. Georgio fumbles with his thin mustache some moments later his eyes still focused on his long time rival. “Many times I thought I had the best of you, Barn. For some reason or another, fate steps in and gives you another chance.” Fernardez. “Then that should indicate something, wouldn’t it?” Slowly lifting his head. “You and Arron Carver have a lot to pay for and if I can help it you both will do just that.” One end of John’s lips rises giving a half smile. “You willn’t be some smug in the morning, Barn.” “If I don’t have anymore night visitors we will see about that.” Georgio turns to the door and calls for the guard standing just outside in the corridor. “I hope you sleep well to, Georgio.” The following morning with just a few hours of sleep, Fernardez is escorted from his room by four huge guards. Each time Fernardez is moved about it there seems to be more precautions made to stop any successful attempts of escape. Moving along the corridors of the building to the elevator, John noticed regular staff moving about as if anything was wrong. Van Dorne had concealed her takeover well and as far as his presents, Fernardez was the terrorist in custody.

Van Dorne stands poised in Hosberg’s office with her back facing the entrance, along with her faithful female henchmen. She turns slowly about when Clardaire who had later ed the four guards and Fernardez, walk in. “We meet again, or have we said that before on several other occasions.” She remarks. John. “Yes, you have and it seems to be a regular phrase with you.” Squinting his eyes in the well-lit room. “It often is follow up with now is your time to die.”

“That part of my statement comes later, Mr. Barn. For now you will have a little more time on your hands. Although, I don’t approve of it.” “Sorry to hear that.” John remarks casually. “I suppose one of the reasons for your delay is the amount of activity that’s been pledging this place. I guess you know it’s not over.” Van Dorne notices her two escorts gawking at him like hawks eager to kill. “You know me better than that. I could easily kill you now and be done with it. However, this time I want you to see a plan that is worthy of mentioning and perhaps one that will change history.” “I thought I would help change some of your schemes. They weren’t profitable nor reasonable.” John returns Ceilia and Anitia’s gaze. “So, now that we have be happily reunited thanks to Georgio and your stooges.” The agent says briefly gazing on the women. “Hey, come to think of it where is good ol’Carver?” “I see you have not changed your mannerisms, Mr. Barn. You are still as arrogant and smart mouthed as ever while facing possible death.” Van Dorne moves closer like a vampire with her two accomplices waiting for her to take the first bite. Ingrid stands face-to-face with the agent her unpatched eye staring him up and down as she speaks. “It’s too bad your mind isn’t as sharp as your tongue. I have started the wheels in motion if you have been keeping up with the events on the news, it has been very fruitful so far.” She moves to the center of the room leaving the two women still looking on him. Georgio, who was standing behind Fernardez could see the lust in the women’s eyes. Ceilia and Anitia seem to have ideas of their own on how to deal with their

male hostage. It was Ceilia who runs her fingers from his forehead down to his well trim mustache before her mistress turns and stumps her foot to stop the woman’s advances. Ceilia. “It would be a shame to waste all of this, in one final moment.” Van Dorne is untouched by the remark and motions the two women away. The two leather-clad females return to Ingrid’s side then stand like soldiers as she continues her boasting. “Mr. Barn would kill you just as he would Mr. Clardaire. I wouldn’t waste time trying to entertain the thoughts of getting too involved with him, even though he is known to be a womanizer.” Clardaire. “It’s just too bad he wouldn’t get his change to kill me.” “Oh, I don’t know Georgio I have come close to it and each time even closer this could my final opportunity.” John turns briefly on the former French CIA Agent. Van Dorne. “Don’t underestimate him, Mr. Clardaire. I have dealt with, Mr. Barn many times in the past he is to be watched very closely.” Taking short steps she paces the floor with arms folded in front of her as if she were preparing to give a lector. “I bet I can tell what you’re thinking at this moment, Mr. Barn and that is why you’re still alive… is that correct?” “That thought has come to mind then again you already said why. My question to you is what did you do with my friends’ body?” Clardaire. “Your friend is resting in some hole in an old disposal site. When your time comes you can him, if you wish.” Fernardez suddenly rushes toward his arch rival before one of the guards in the room restrains him.

“Now, Mr. Clardaire let Mr. Barn have his say. it’s the least I can let him do. Yes, unfortunately your friend is dead and as you know we have no time for formal burials. Shall we continue with this informative conversion. John stands more relaxed, taking in a deep breath then releases it. “Tell me. What is this plan you have to cause the world hate you even more?”

“I am surprised you ask that. I would assume the answer would be clear to you.” “Surprise me. I’m just waking up with a headach and in fact, waking up surprises me right now.” John glancing on the ceiling, then around the room. “I would also assume you want to know if there are any other people working with me who knows about the jet being hidden here.” Van Dorne. “With all that has been happening that is one of the questions I was about to asked we can come to that later. I want the countries involved in this project to see that their fantasy of world pace is a fluke a dream, if you will.” “You’re out to show them they’re wrong. Stealing the Zodiac is not going to change a damn thing just make them eventually discover the truth to who’s behind this.” “Come, Mr. Barn. Something like this project rarely works the way it should, you and I know that. If it did they would not need you nor any other agents all these many years stalking about to insure some sort of trust amongst Nations.” Fernardez casually glances on Clardaire that tilts his head as he turns again. “It’s not the jet. It’s the person using it and I doubt if the female crew are backing you on this.” “Thank you. You flatter me and you’re right they’re not.” “That leads to another question, Van Dorne. Where are the women?” “That’s the James Barn I know. All ways worried about women that is something that has getting you in hot water so many times before. It’s your weakness.” “That doesn’t answer my question.” “They’re well and safe. In fact you’ll be ing them soon but for now they are lock under lock and key on the five floors as we speak. I know you want to reach the point of our meeting, so let me just start with the two attacks that were so successful and show you the control room.” Van Dorne and her group make their way along the corridors to the balcony overlooking the main lobby. The control room was beyond the two large metal doors with bold lettering saying authorized personnel only and one of the areas

Van Dorne made sure only her accomplices was allowed into. The sound of computers and other machinery softly reaches the ears of the Latin agent, just as he walks inside. The room was always dimly lit allowing those seated at the monitors to see the screens clearly. It was like being in a NASA base station with people seated around the room with headsets and the voices of the other AeroTech bases communicating with one another. “Impressive.” John stops and turns on the many monitors fitted on the walls surrounding the room.

“I thought this would interest you, Barn. I doubt you and those working with you in infiltrating this building, have not seen.” Ingrid’s arms spread wide and she turns her body fully around the room. “With this room as a base of my operation I will have more advantages than you can imagine in my plan. See if you can recognize and of the landscapes you any of the screens.” John did notice the unfamiliar landscape of some kind being show on the screens. He continues scanning each one until he could focus his attention on at least two of three monitors showing parts of Russia and . Moving slowly on the screen showing Moscow, under the close eyes of his arch rival Clardaire, John pauses in front of it. “This landmark you are now looking at is part of my next target. This will bring sure success in my plans to show that the jet is the monster they created.” “So, what exactly is the target? That’s if you don’t mind me asking.” John remarks. “I don’t want to give it away just like that I would rather you guess as Mr. Clardaire and his friend Mr. Carver did. You’ll find it very interesting and something you’ll have to sleep on.” “What about the women? You’ll let them live or is that too much to ask?” Van Dorne turns, then laughs loudly. “I believe we have been over that they will live if there is no foolishness. As for you, that’s a different matter all together. As soon as this target is hit I will release the crew if they wish. Are there anymore questions I can help you with

concerning them?” “So far there’s been important question. “Now that you are satisfied with their fate we can go on.” “Your big surprise still escapes me.” Fernardez remarks, turning from the monitor with his hands behind him. “All in time Mr. Barn, all in time. Let me just say this. You will find out when I have you and the crew safely locked away and out of sight of inquiring officials. There was a young man here not long ago, Mr. Carver said. His name was, Mr. Newman or something to that nature. You would not happen to know this man would you?” “Never heard of him.” Looking Van Dorne in the eyes with a blank stare. She turns again to the screens as in most cases, Ingrid known he wouldn’t give a truthful answer even when it meant he was held captive. “I doubt you are telling me the truth but nevertheless. If he returns he will be dealt with accordingly. Mr. Clardaire. Take Mr. Barn back to his room until we are ready for him.” He and Georgio Clardaire make their way back along the long lavish corridors of the building until they reach the elevator. John remains silent for a few minutes as they stand in front of the elevator. Fernardez turns with a straight face and seemingly emotionless tone of voice. “You wouldn’t be willing to give up your mistress’s little secret, would you?” “No, Mr. Barn. I wouldn’t and in fact the less I have to say to you the better off you’ll be.” “Still anger about not killing me the first time?” Clardaire turns away with a sigh then replies to the question. “Look, you son of a bitch. You cost me more trouble than I am willing to talk about not to mention some good men. Your best bet is to shut the fuck up and enjoy what time you have left on this earth.” “From what I read about you in your files I wouldn’t use that word. It appears

you’re the one who’s the son of a bitch.” John softly remarks. “I hear you could have had several fathers since your mother was known as one of ’s more recognized Madams, that’s saying it politely. I am wondering what type of dog she was.” Without warning Clardaire lashes out with a hard and direct blow to the face before one of the guards restrain him. “Now I know. You seems you’re part pit bull.” Fernardez looks up from the floor with his mouth trickling traces of blood. With the guard leaning a hand Fernardez rises to his feet then leans against the side of the elevator wall just as the lift’s bell rings its arrival. Clardaire is ordered to remain in the hall by one of the guard still heated from his captive’s remarks, Georgio stands with fists balled when Arron Carver approaches. “Barn struck a string in your guitar somewhat on the sour note.” chuckles Carver. It gave him great pleasure to see his so-called swab assassin partner being shown as a mere uncontrollable human being while in front their ruthless benefactor Arron also knew given time with Fernardez still living Clardaire may do something stupid to cause his demise something Arron Carver himself was supposed to have done. “You need to mind your business, Carver.” “We’re partners I care what happens to you.” “You wish me to believe that?” “Whatever Barn does either to you or against our plans, is my business. I am just wondering what, Miss Van Dorne has in mind for him. You know he would be more than pleased get a chance to kill us both.” Clardaire straightens his clothing his eyes still focused on both the guard and his Carver. Soon he lets out a puff of air before facing the CIA’s double agent. “When the time comes I will enjoy taking him out for the final time. He has escaped me on numerous occasions.” “That seems unfair, you’ll have to stand in line. There are three people who want to do the same thing you, Van Dorne and myself. Someone is going to be the lucky one we’re all hoping it will not be one of us.”

“We’ll see about that.” Clardaire answers. “I have more involved it this right now.” Carver. “What about, Van Dorne?” “She had several changes and failed from what I understand. As for me, I would have shot the bastard even when he was badly wounded, no thanks to her.” “Mr. Big shot assassin. Take it from the second in command, me. I don’t think this is a call you’re going to be able to make without some argument. Van Dorne has first bids on our old friend.” Carver let out with a full belly busting laugh before continuing his way down the hall. His laughter could be heard all the way along the corridor before turning around to speak again. “To be frank with you, Clardaire. I don’t care who kills him as long as it’s done.” Beneath the floor of the third airplane hangar, Van Dorne’s crew make checks of the air craft’s instruments and exteriors. The Zodiac was not equipped with destructive missiles of its own when it once relied on stealth and speed to elude its pursuers that was about to change. Ingrid had instructed her men to install camera-guided missiles that would exceed the normal range of conventional projectiles used on Russian and US fighter jets. It was a known fact both countries supplied most of the weaponry used by other countries. The advantage was all hers with a stealth jet able to reach higher attitudes and stay in the air for days on end Van Dorne was a vileness to be dealt with carefully.

LATE AFTERNOON, WASHINGTON DC, CIA HEADQUARTERS, THE OFFICE OF FIELD INVESTIGATIONS AND OPERATIONS. Yarlin again makes a call to his agency this time he is connected with his Chief, Richard Price. Price casually answers on his secured phone speaking as if he hadn’t a care in the world. “Agent Yarlin.” Turning to the picture of President with the phone held firmly between his head and shoulder. “Benton said you called asking for more men. What’s the problem, Barn has things fowled up again has he?” “No, sir. In fact I think he and his friend stumbled on to something but neither one has come back.” Richard leans forward in his chair as he listens to the young agent. “I think he and his friend Ellis found the Zodiac.”

“Where are they now? It’s time we put and end to this damn confusion.” “I just said it, sir. With all due respects I don’t know where they are. I went out to the complex to look for them with no results I did discover some signs that indicated they could be still there. From the looks of it either Barn or his friend are injured, if not killed.” “AgentYarlin, listen to me. Find Agent Barn, his partner and that jet. I have other departments down my throat giving me a nasty taste, that taste doesn’t set well with me.” “What about those men I asked for?” “Look, Agent Yarlin.” Price’s voice lowers to a whisper. Karoll could only imagine Price was not alone in his office. “You find that jet and its crew and figure our who the hell is behind this. That is your number one priority.” “What about Barn?” “Maybe you didn’t hear me well so I will state it again another way. If NSA can’t get someone who knows what he’s doing that’s their problem. Right now it’s up to you to close this matter with or without Barn and his friend. Now, if you can’t do that I will have you on a desk dreaming of assignments to take.” “Sir, with all due respects. There is a shit load of guards on that base and I have gone out several times on surveillance with Barn and his friend. We’ve seen the crew who are still alive and well.” Agent Yarlin was becoming more and more frustrated with the answers his Chief was giving. “It would seem to me our country and the others involved in this, would want both the jet and its crew back safe and sound.” “All I want you to do is confirm the Germans have the damn thing. After that I want you to return State side. We need to catch that thing while it’s still on the ground and the people responsible for its hijacking. Damn what the other countries are doing about it, if anything.” “Sir… .” “Just do it.” Price yells, before hanging up abruptly.

Yarlin could now see why Otterman and Fernardez distrusted Richard Price so. It was true what they had said about Price’s feelings about the agency and how he wanted it to seem so much greater than the others in the world of Intelligence. There was still a chance of Karol receiving help but as all ways it would have to be covertly done. German Captain, Hons LeVan was Yarlin’s only hope. Persuading his aide would take some doing but if would be worth a try.

Early the following morning, John is escorted to three large vans waiting outside the main entrance with the French assassin tightly holding his arms. Carver was not far behind the two men held a smirk on his face it was entertaining for the agent to see two rivals momentarily cutting their eyes on one another in anger as if they wanted their chance to do away him before Van Dorne did. Ingrid and her female henchmen set waiting in the company car overseeing the group of hostages being bought out it was Fernardez who is first loaded into the vehicle as the twelve female crew are marched out of the AeroTech facility to him. Clardaire, who seemed to always meet with his female benefactor appearing to do more than kiss her buttocks, soon stands along side Van Dorne’s car. “Everything is as you instructed, Miss Van Dorne. Barn is in the van and the others will him soon. We’ll be ready to go as soon as they are all gathered.” “Good. The sooner we get them out of sight the better we’ll be. Have you seen to it the guards check the woods and other areas around the grounds? We don’t want Barn’s young friend seeing what we’re doing.” “Yes, mama. We using the canines as well. I will radio them in a few minutes to make sure things are going well, before we leave. What about the hostages in the building’s basement? We have fifteen staff workers in custody.” Van Dorne slowly removes her brown kid leather glover her eyes never make with the Frenchman in her reply. “Kill them then discreetly dispose of them as you did, Agent Barn’s friend. No one has miss them thus far they have taken up time, space as well as food.” She then raises her sights casually on him before motioning her female accomplice, Anita Winters to drive off. Moments later, after Clardaire made his call the three vans escorted by two

sedans, heads for the small archery range miles from the complex. It was a fairly long drive leading through thick woods and narrow roadways. With his hands tied firmly behind him, John sits with four of the Zodiac crew , Jean Roberts, Liz Corgio, Jonnetta O’Brian and Pearl Steward. Roberts. “So, Mr. Cortell. What brings you to our little family gathering?” “You can say I’m one of the family now. Actually, I came looking for all of you.” Glancing on the four women who were also bound and tied securely to the side of the van. Corgio. “Just couldn’t get enough of us, uh? So you’re our knight in shinning armor who was captured last night I heard you caused quite a commotion. There were dogs and guards running around like chickens with their heads off searching for you.” John chuckles. “It would have been better that way.” “Did you come alone? If so that was pretty bold of you, I hope that’s not the case.” “No. There were two of us unfortunately, my partner was killed.” “Sorry to hear that.” “Thank you but there is no need to be. He was due to retire in a few months this type of work was all he knew I suppose he would have missed it.” O’Brian. “Damsels in distress is not really your expertise you need to stick to Aerospace deg. Looks like you’ve had some bumps and bruises added to your appearance during you attempts. They look as if they hurt quite a bit.”

“All right, girls. At least he tried.” Steward replies. “Mr. Cortell there is only one thing I want to know and I think I can speak for the rest of us. Are they going to kill us? That’s all I want to know.” Fernardez. “If it makes you feel any better. No, they’re not. For some strange reason they need all of you alive.” He answers, turning to look out of the rear

windows of the van as it makes through the thick woods. “They have the Zodiac, what more do they want of us?” Roberts asks. “What ever it is, they need all of you and the jet in one piece. From what I heard she plans to hit another targeted country, but I don’t know which one.” “She’s using the Zodiac to strike out on other countries?” Corgio sounded surprise. John turns from the window with a straight face it was hard for him to understand why she hadn’t heard the news media’s broadcast but it comes to him later that they had been locked away since the first attack. “If all of you didn’t know it the Zodiac was used on several occasions, bringing down a French Airliner and again on four Egyptian fighter jets. I don’t know what the next target is exactly. Whether it’s a enger plane or a land site but whatever it is Van Dorne is going to cause hell.” Steward. “Well it’s little we can do about it seeing where we are and how secure they have us.” “All is not what it seems.” John replied, leaning back in a sitting position with his head facing the ceiling of the van. “If I can find a way of getting out of this the first thing is getting our hands on the jet.” “Fat chance of that, Mr. Cortell.” Roberts huffed. “We’re heading away from the hangar, or did you notice that? For all we know our time is up. They know more about the Zodiac’s technology that they did before.” “Yeah. We all can see that, Ms. Roberts. As I said they’re going to keep all of you alive for some other reason so it’s not over for you yet.” A short time later John and the others feel the van come to a stop. Fernardez, half sleep, peers out of the rear window on the open field not seeing the small stone cottage on the other side with enough room to accommodate ten people. Van Dorne steps from her car with Anita and Ceilia not far behind. Looking toward the van Clardaire and Carver had been riding she motions the two men in the direction of the cottage, yelling for one of them to have Fernardez remain inside the van. “Yes, Ms. Van Dorne.” Clardaire stood with his hands placed in his pocket

before Ingrid waved her hand for him to remove them. “That is a bad habit, Mr. Clardaire. You remind my of Mr. Barn’s irritating traits. Take the women inside while Mr. Carver and I speak with Barn. I have some last minutes details I want him to know about.” John sat with one of the guards his eyes continue watching Carver and Clardaire. In his mind Fernardez still held vindictive thoughts. Carver was the first to arrive standing with his arms crossed waiting for, Ingrid to them. Van Dorne. “Mr. Barn. I hope you slept well on what I started to speak with you about.”

“In fact I did once my eyes were shut I thought no more about it. But thank you for asking.” Shifting his weight from one foot to the other once he was removed from the van. “Now, about this target you wanted me to think about.” “I have yet to speak with the women about their decision but I think they’ll find it most hospitable.” Fernardez. “That’s funny. They never mentioned any decisions. Perhaps, they don’t believe you’ll honor it any way. It’s nice to know you’re dealing fairly with someone around here.” “You will never change will you, Barn?” Dorne utters shaking her head and smirking a smile. Now, about that target we were talking about. Do you know the most powerful country in the world, beside the United States?” “Of course and actually there are two others. The Soviet Union and Red China. I would take it your thoughts are basically the Soviet Union. China hasn’t been heard from for years.” “That was too easy and you are right. China is still sitting quietly watching the world turn and waiting for its change to enter through the back door, if you will. How about the most troubled area in the USSR, do you know that answer?” “Look, Van Dorne. I’m not much on history, right now nor in the mood for guessing games.” Carver chuckles, at John’s remark.

“To the point, Mr. Barn. The country of Yaroslavl Russia had been under heavy need of supplies due to the heavy snows. With 666,000 people depending on an airlift it would be an inhuman act to stops such delivery.” “You’ll need get Soviet airspace.” “I have gotten both French and Egyptian airspace, with little to no problems. What makes this one impossible? You forget what the Zodiac can do. Once it clears Hamburg and crosses the north sea it will be a matter of hours before the targeted site is reached.” John. “Why Yaroslavl, why not… .” “Why not Moscow itself or Petersburg. No, Mr. Barn. I do have a sense of vault and humanity. Of cause, it is close enough to the capital to give them a good scare.” “That’s different. I might not have changed but it seems you have, slightly.” “Is that suppose to be flattery?” “I do on occasions like to give credit where credit is due.” John remarks. “Ms. Van Dorne. Barn is nothing but a bullshiter and always has been.” Fernardez turns slowly around to face the CIA traitor. “You know all about bullshit, Carver. Come to think of it. You know about kissing butt very well.” Carver wasted no time in striking out. “That was uncalled for.” Van Dorne said angrily. “You don’t make a move until I tell you to do so. Is that understood, Mr. Carver?” The other accomplices look on knowing that Arron was now causing more hostility between his benefactor and himself. Clardaire could see it as well Carver was showing his need to feel like he was the closest to Van Dorne, besides her two female henchmen. John slowly rose to his feet with the aid of two guards just as Ingrid turns back in his direction.

“To sum things up, Mr. Barn. Russian will launch an attack on the other countries in the Zodiac project after my plan is in effect and once that is archived the jet will merely vanish for until things cool off.” “And the female crew ? What about them?” “As I told them. They will not be harmed and they have the opinion of ing me or being released to their home land. That’s if their countries will take them back.” “What’s to stop them? Using their jet to carryout your scheme doesn’t give the crew much of a choice.” That’s pretty obvious. As far as the other countries and those the women represent, they will be seen as traitors. It would be to the crew’s advantage to me and live or go home and be imprisoned. For some, like crewman, Tishina Burgsliski and Helda Gershaw it could mean death.” Van Dorne made her statement with a cold straight face with no signs of feelings. It was an advantage without a future, at least not a good one for all twelve Zodiac crew . Van Dorne waved to the driver of the car to bring it near, then turns back again. “Stop and think about it. With the crew’s release they homelands will think they had a hand in those attacks, or at least given permission to use the jet. They will be the link to the real hijackers without knowing it. Cleaver, is it not?” Fernardez yell out. “You really thought this one out, didn’t you? You haven’t given them much of a choice. Death in the hands of their own countries or death by ing your organization.” “I try, Mr. Barn. I try.” “What about me when this is over?” Van Dorne. “That’s obvious to. Wouldn’t you say and there is no need in talking about your fate any longer.” She slowly slips inside the car with Anitia and Ceilia aiding her. John’s eyes scan the grounds as he is escorted to the cottage. There were plenty trees surrounding the old structure along with high brush and a nearby fence to

keep intruders out. If he just had a chance to escape again and elude his pursuers, Fernardez could inform Yarlin or his agency on who was behind it all. Once his attempts were successful, the female crew were be cleared of any blame Van Dorne had in mind. “I know you well, Barn.” Carver remarks, his gun pointed in the small of John’s back as they walked toward the cottage. “Someone like yourself is always looking for ways of getting away, but I wouldn’t advise it.” His free hand grabs Fernardez’s shoulder briefly turning him around to face him. “See this place is not just woods, it has a fence area around it I guess you noticed that. “You’re so perceptive, Carver. That is one of the second things I did take notice of. “Also know this. The men who guard this place know the grounds very well and they will give you hell if you try anything.” “That’s nice to know. How well do you know it? From the looks of things Van Dorne and the others keep you out of the loop on important issues.”

The look and smile on Agent Arron Carver’s face alerted Fernardez he was as knowledgeable of his surroundings as the other men. They stand at the cottage door along with three other men, an old man and two younger men. For a brief moment both he and Carver look on each other before Arron turns to the old man remarking he had a new guest he wanted watched carefully. John is pushed inside with the twelve women all huddled together and unbound. Winslow rose to her feet from one of the folding beds in the room. “Mr. Cortell. What is it they want from you?” “They don’t want anything from me, it’s all of you. They still need alive.” Chin Wang speaks from the far corner of the room. She continued sitting on the folding cot calmly as if none of what was happening disturbed her. “Who are you really, CIA, FBI or some other agency?”

“Let’s just say someone who was sent here to find and hopefully rescue you. I know why their plans are and I don’t think you all would like it.” John stood in the center of the cottage room with all twelve women focusing their attention on him. “They plan to attack Russian and cause it to retaliate against the other project . Not one of you told me about the agreement between Van Dorne and all of you.” Borgsliski. “That has been no agreement, just an offer and we have not taken it. If they plan to attack my homeland it will be a huge mistake. That I can assure you.” “Well, that’s the deal and they plan to release all of you afterwards.” “That would mean…” Gershaw pauses. She could see the problem of their release clearly. She gazes on the others with her mouth gaped. “They will think we had something to do with all of the attacks.” “That’s right. With that you all will have no choice but to in with your capture and I can assure you, that is just as bad as a firing squad. You’ll be put in a situation just as Carver but worse. You’ll have no country to hide.” Moments later Arron returns with one lone guard at his side he leans his back against the wall as John moves to the corner of the room then seats himself on one of the cots prepared for the women. Carver. “Do any of you know this man or should I say you’ve met him before to really know what he is?” Laughing sinisterly. “Tell them. Tell them who you are, Barn.” Jean Roberts. “Barn. You just told us you were from some aerospace agency your name was, Richard Cortell.” “Is that what he told all of you. Hell. His name is Barn, James Barn an agent for NSA not NASA.” Arron laughs again shaking his head before closing the door behind him leaving the crew turning their gaze on Fernardez in silence. Winslow. “So that explains why you’ve invited me to lunch and kept coming back. You’re a spy you knew this was going to happen, didn’t you?” “That’s where you’re wrong. My job was to see that this type of activity

wouldn’t take place hopefully see you guys’ succeed in this project.” He cuts his eyes on all twelve , briefly. “If you pardon the expression guys.”

He then focused his attention out of the small barred window watching Carver return to meet with the other guards in the field. “For some reason the agency thought someone would plan to destroy the Zodiac or foil its success. This hijacking put a twist in things… trust me. If one of you would be so kind as to… .” John turns half way with his hands bound behind him. Liz Corgio walks over then begin undoing the ropes as, Fernardez explains more. Winslow stood with her arms crossed a frown on her face. She wasn’t the only one, Jonnetta O’brian and Chin Wang ware frowns as well. Winslow. “With all the Professor’s hard earned work and now it’s going wrong.” Looking on Corgio while she struggles with the rope. “Professor Orlandis knew some type of attempts on the jet would happen, either before her death or after. She never once asked for help from any of us, in securing her idea.” “Who is responsible for her death? Can you tell us that?” Pat Pasco asks. “The same man who just walked out of here, Arron Carver. He’s an agent of the CIA or was before. He turned his ass up at the agency. My job is… or I should say was to make sure this project was a success.” Liz Corgio gives a hard tug. Fernardez’s face wrinkles as the pain from his wound kicks in. Finally with his bounds undone, he shakes his hands before thanking her. “Obviously, Mr. Cortell or Mr. Barn’s agency saw the need in rescuing us.” Liz adds, returning to the cot then seating herself next to Mattie Swazit and Helda Gershaw. “The thing is how are you going to do that when you’re in the same position we are. The other thing is. Do you have someone backing you up on this attempt?” John. “I hope so. Another Agent name Yarlin is here in and I is still keeping his eyes on the complex. We know Van Dorne is about to down a Soviet supply plane heading to Yaroslavl Russia. I need to find some way of warning either the Soviets or escaping to rendezvous with Yarlin.” “What ?” Roberts snaps. “Do you think we have all the time in the

world waiting for you to return, if you ever do?” Fernardez story, for the most part, gave a gloomy view of what chances they had in escaping their ordeal into a free lifestyle. He returns his attention to the window to take notice of the three men who were once with Carver moving off in the distances. Arron and the others slowly pull off in one of the vans to Van Dorne back at the complex. John again scans the grounds or what he could see of it. In the far corner of the archery range was four round straw-filled bulls’ eye shape targets and not far from them was a small shack where more were stored. The women continue watching the Latin agent as he looks outward it was Paula who makes her way next to him. She to peers out before whispering softly. “And what is it you’re looking for?” “If for some reason they allow us to move about, even for a short while there could be some escape routes we don’t see yet. I’m looking for a way to use that moment to gain some time and possibly find them.” Paula unknowingly placed her hand on the wounded shoulder. John gives out with a sudden jerk before she realizes what she had done. “Sorry.” She feels the patch beneath his shirt then noticed the wrappings around his stomach. “Does it hurt much?”

“Not as much. Wish I could say the same for the dog that bit me. It’s coming along.” “I have a question to ask.” Whispering softly in John’s ear. “Where the hell would we go once you escape or if you free us?” Fernardez. “Any place but here. According to Carver there’s a fenced off area some distance from here. If we can make it that I would say we have the whole countryside as a means of escape.” Winslow turns again one the other women, then makes a last comment before ing them. “I hope you can find this escape route of yours cause from the way I see it, and don’t want to sound like a wet blanket, there is none.”

Back in the complex, Clardaire and Van Dorne make their way to the control room. They were ready to make the deadly attack on the Soviet supply plane which Van Dorne’s inside sources had the scheduler. She stops briefly as in deep thought with her arms folded in front of her while gazing on the wall filled with monitor cameras and watching the different areas AeroTech had sat up their own approved surveillance equipment. Making her way to several of the main monitors then standing in front of them she turns back with Clardaire standing not far behind her. “Tell the crew to prepare to take off tomorrow night, Clardaire. According to this scheduler the plane is due to rendezvous in Yaroslavl in the afternoon so that would give us enough time to reach beyond radar.” Clardaire stood at Ingrid’s side while she fumbles with the controls zooming in on different Russian landscapes. “What about Russian Mig fighters, Ms. Van Dorne?” “Fighter jets haven’t stopped us before. What are a few fighter jets compared to the one we have? Have the men refuel it to the brim. After we hit our targeted supply plane the Zodiac is to remain aloft for a few days, in case the German Government starts snooping about this place. I want it airborne until all is clear. Is that clear to you?” “Yes, Ms. Van Dorne. Perfectly clear.” Clardaire made his way from the room to the mysterious fifth hangar. After working his way through the maze of corridors to the lobby he pauses just outside the complex’s entrance with the four pilots, who were waiting for his arrival, just as Arron Carver drove up. Carver notice Georgio and the four men walking along the grounds and heading for the hangar, Arron excuses himself from the men with him then darts toward the Frenchman who was just minute from sliding the hangar door open. “Hey, Clardaire. What’s going on now? What has she got in mind?” “You don’t have to worry about that, Arron. What you have to worry about is making sure these complex is well guarded. If you really want to know, this jet is about to leave here tomorrow night for its rendezvous with that plane. Are you happy, now?” “Look Georgio. I have tried to work with you as much as I can and there’s no need to act so high and might with me.” Carver calmly says. “Can’t we just

all… .” Georgio smiles with his hand raised in front of him. “No, we can’t just all get along. That phase has been use once too often. If you would pardon me, I have other matters to take care of.” His hand reaches out then pulls back one of the large bay doors.

Anyone looking on the interior of the hangar would have seen it empty. The Zodiac was securely hidden beneath the foundations of the structure’s floor. Carver stood in anger watching the Georgio and the four pilots work their way to the that would raise the super jet to the hangar bay. He continues doing so, even as one of the patrolling guards closes the door in his face. Karol Yarlin was not about to let the thought of Ellis and Fernardez’s disappearance be forgotten. He had stopped calling in to his agency knowing what type of answers he would receive. ing the German Police or the Military was out of the question and would jeopardize any chances of find either John or Elllis alive, especially at this point. There was one person he known would help in secret, Captain Hons LeVan but he would save that choice for later. Making his way to the complex he surveys the area, this time from another section of the hilly mounds in the woods. Things seem to have been normal at first, men patrolling the ground with dogs, vehicles slowly working their way back and forth along the runway with lights flashing, it was something he didn’t know, there were men also patrolling the outer perimeters. He continues looking through the field glasses his eyes glance on several parked vehicles. There in the middle of three trucks was the rented BMW Ellis had rented. “Oh, shit. My suspicions were correct after all.” Karoll mummers. It was obvious both agents were either captured or killed their car proved the fact. Yarlin was hoping the first thought would be a better fate and looking forward in rescuing at least one of his friends. He was prepared to continue his scanning when the sounds of footsteps reach his ears. Slowly he turns making sure not to make any unwanted sounds and noticed two men working their way toward him, yet unaware of his presents. He wasn’t sure whether they had seen his car parked some distance away, or whether they

were just making sure the area was clear of prying eyes. Slowly crouching down the young agent moves along several thick bushes until he could go no further. He had come to a clearing in the woods the ground seemingly void of leaves the ground soft with fresh dirty covering it. It was there Karoll makes a horrible discovery when his shoes slowly sink in the dirt. He didn’t have to look down on what seemed to be a shallow grave in fact it was. It was Ellis’s grave site he had been carelessly burned and covered over as if the need was urgent to quickly dispose of him. Ellis’s slowly decomposing hand peers out as if he was buried alive with night crawlers and other insects around it. Yarlin, taking a quick glimpse on his surroundings. “The bastards. They could have at least burned you properly. I just hope Barn is still alive to help me return their favor.” Crossing his heart with respects to his fallen comrade. Again, Yarlin finds himself seeking cover the footsteps was drawing ever so close. He makes a wide circle to the left of the two men when they came to the grave and glance down on it. One thing Karoll hadn’t thought of the print of his shoes remained in the soft dirt, something one of the men noticed and it was obvious even in the dimly lit sunlight, someone had just been there. The two guards turn in several directions look for signs of their intruder before one of them motions to the other to spread out and search the woods.

Yarlin wastes no time in removing his gun and fixing the silencer on the barrel, before waiting for the right moment for one of the guards to get within shooting distance. The man was thirty yards of the young agent when he stops and stands between two trees with Yarlin placing him in his sights. Closing one eye and taking in a deep breath, with the unsuspecting guard in position for the kill, Karoll slowly pulls back on the trigger. Two soft thumping sounds emerged from the agent’s weapon the first guard hits the ground Yarlin’s shots were perfectly placed, hitting the man in the head and chest. The young agent places his back against the lower half of a nearby tree then lets out with a deep breath. “That’s one down, one to go. He can Agent Ellis.” Turning slowly around the tree then listening for the other guard’s movements. His face was now cooler and the sweating stops Yarlin was becoming a true assassin after five years of not a seasoned agent in the field. The moment he had been waiting for soon comes the sound of leaves rustling and branches breaking in the distance, alert

the young agent where his next target’s position was. He moves slowly and quietly through the thick woods from one tree to the other, before peering around its side to caught a glimpse of the other guard. This time it was not as easy as before the guard was much farther away and harder to hit from where Yarlin was standing. There was only one thing to do, that was to wait until he was close enough to dare make some attempt to either shoot or disable the man in some fashion. He continues his wait as the guard moves cautiously in his direction but stops short some twenty yards away. He had spotted his fellow guardsman lying near the swallow grave and without thinking the guard turns his back and starts in its direction. The chance couldn’t have been better and it was just the opportunity Yarlin had been waiting for. Before acting hasty there were questions that needed answers, killing the guard now without interrogating him first would be more than likely make matters complicated. With his back facing Karoll the guard continues looking for his companion when he hears a whispering voice. “Hey you.” The man turns suddenly only to feel the pain of two bullets hitting his upper arm and lower leg. In pain the man flings the rifle down grabbing his leg with both hands, as the young agent slowly approaches. “I don’t want to finish the job but not just yet.” Waving his gun in front of the wounded man. “I want to know a few things.” “What, then kill me?” “No. Not unless you cause me to. Of course, I might have to think on it. Where is the other man who came with the one you killed?” The guard pulls himself to a seated position against a tree. It was hard to decide which wound to hold his leg or his arm both were now showing signs of being bad injuries. “I don’t know whom you’re talking about.” He painfully replies. “Look, don’t fuck around with me, buddy. You could be sharing the same grave as he. So let’s try this again. Where is the American? The black one if you prefer.” “I haven’t seen any black Americans around here and as far as that man you found over there. Probably some poor bastard who couldn’t read the stay out signs posted.”

Drawing closer with his patients growing short. The young CIA agent yanks on the man’s wounded leg and before the guard could utter a word, Karol rams the barrel of his gun down his throat. Tilting his head Karol repeats the question. He was serious in his attempts of finding the man he knew as, James Barn. “As you can see from your dead friend I am a good shot. It’s too bad he can’t give testimony to that fact. Where is the other man I am asking about, that’s one question. The other is this. Where is the jet being hidden?” “They took him away along with the female hostages.” “Away. Away where?” Even in fear the guard seemed to refuse to answer fully. Agent Yarlin forces the barrel farther but his captive never budges or flicks his eyes. It was one other thing Karoll thought would work. Taking the man’s wounded arm he gives it a sudden twist. “I guess a little pain can help you better… uh? Those wounds look inviting to me.” “I don’t know where they took him… honest Mister. I wasn’t on the detail to remove him or the female hostages.” Yarlin. “What about the jet? Did they take that somewhere else? Come on, you bastard you are wasting time stalling you may bleed out before I let you go.” “Fat change of that.” Yarlin twists the man’s arm the blood seemed to pour freely from the gaping wound through the guard’s heavily stained shirt sleeve. It wasn’t long before answers were pouring like the blood from the man’s injuries. Even with the barrel lodged in his mouth the man manages to utter out the answers the agent wanted to hear. “It’s headed for Russia the next targeted site. For now it is still in the hangar bay being prepared for the attack.” Yarlin slowly removes the gun from the guard’s mouth kicking the rifle away he moves back with his gun still pointed down on his man. “I can’t see why they would strike there unless there was some big taking place.” Karoll was becoming too relaxed with the rifle safely removed some distance

from the guard and his wounds seemingly too bad for him to attempt any attack. He turns almost casually in the direction of the complex. “Why Russia? Are they planning to have the Soviets confront the other countries?” “I don’t know exactly. I overheard it was suppose to be a showing of the jet’s strength and abilities.” The man moans painfully. “What are you going to do to me? I told you all that I know.” “Just relax. When I figure this shit out that’s when I decide to make a decision. I am just wondering why the Soviet Union as a target. “Please. I am blooding to death.” “What do you know about the incident with the Egyptian jets? The German authorities are seen as the bad guys on this matter you can confess everything. Hell. The worse that could happen to you is prison time.”

“Listen. All I know is the jet is to strike some place in the Soviet Union. The other attacks were to get the attention of the UN in this project.” The guard glances on his leg but his free hand held his other arm. Yarlin stood listening satisfied in the knowing his attempts to gather inform, for what was being said, as important and valuable. “Are there more guards around the outer perimeter?” “No. It was just the two of us. The others are busy guarding the hangars and the main complex. They were alerted by the two men you mentioned breaching the complex grounds.” Karoll Yarlin hummed to himself with his back facing the wounded man as he stands pondering over the answers given. He seems not to see the guard moving his good hand silently to his boot. Tucked deep inside the guard’s boot was a hidden knife well used but sharp enough to cause fatal injury. If anything the man would use it to end Yarlin’s interrogation and hopefully reach medical help within the complex. As the young agent continues glancing on the Aerotech base and it seemed to be just the right opportunity the man was waiting for. His move was sudden as he uses all he had to lunge forward on the seemingly unsuspecting agent, but his move was anything but unexpected. Karol took into that the man would do all he

could to keep from facing his benefactor’s wrath or prison. He was peering from the corner of his eyes as well as listening for the rustling of leaves beneath the man’s leg. Turning just as his attacker was less than seven feet away, Yarlin fires off two shots hitting the guard in the throat and the chest finishing the job he most likely should have done in the first place. “So much for making a decision.” Yarlin placed his gun in his shoulder holster. He did well as far as getting what information he did. It was one thing the young CIA member did know the Zodiac was indeed in the complex and well hidden. The thing was to find out its arrival after its use and if any other targets were scheduled, its departure. He wanted to have some solid prove to inform the authorities so when the time comes they could act swiftly. He makes his way back to his car and prepares to spend the rest of the day surveying the base, but this time from another area of the woods. There would be no doubts in his mind that the two guards would be missed.

LONDON ENGLAND, EARLY AFTERNOON. Doctor Wilkinson along with several of his assistants stand outside of the London based complex but they are not alone. A group of military personnel makes their way in his direction amongst them General Blackman, sent by the council to help find the Zodiac on behalf of the US and Brigadier General Cromwall of her Majesty’s Secret Service. Sterling arranged for the meeting days ago, seeing any officials arrive was no surprise. He held his hands in front of him twisting them as if he were wiping them. Soon the group gather around looking on each other for a few minutes before Wilkinson speaks. “Now that we’re all gathered together I would imagine you all want to know what this is about.” “That would be a good assumption.” One man replies. “I’ll get right to the bloody point of the matter. I have devised a way of dealing with the problem of the Zodiac’s hijacking. Since we are dealing with a potently dangerous aircraft, it is obvious we must deal with the same type of force.”

The group again look on each other before General Blackman moves forward

with Cromwall behind him. “You mean you have a way of finding the Zodiac and bringing it back? That’s something worth listening to.” “You can say that. The matter of bring it back is up to the crew or who ever has it. Due to the seriousness nature of the problem it has moved me to speed up my plans in showing you something that has been in the making for some time. Something I knew would be need and useful at some point in time.” Cromwall, preparing his pipe as he speaks. “Look, Mr. Wilkinson. This is all very amusing and I am sure it’s something you would like us to bring fourth as an answer to the crises on our hands. But what solutions do you have that everyone else hasn’t bloody well figured out?” “That’s the very introduction to my plan that I needed, General.” Sterling places a walkie-talkie to his lips as he turns to the hangar cross from where the Zodiac once docked. “Nigel. We’ll coming in. Prepare our little surprise.” As the group reaches the inside of the hangar, Sterling continues moving to the other side toward the double sliding doors concealing another part of the hangar bay. It was one he made sure would always be secure, even from the female crew of the hijacked jet. “And what may I ask is this?” One woman asks, watching Wilkinson’s assistant opening the doors to reveal an empty hangar bay. “For those who are not aware of the fact this hangar has a lowering floor. Below it is the answer to not only finding the Zodiac but if necessary bring it down. Nigel. Would you be so kind as to raise other surprise.” The group continues looking on. The center of the hangar floor begins to slide back there was seemingly nothing there but a large pit. Moments later the group sees exactly what Liz Corgio had seen, two shapely fins of a black jet rising from the center of the hangar floor. As the craft continues to lift the sight of it becomes more unbelievable it was a jet slightly shorter than the Professor Orlandis’s peace maker, but seemingly much like it in its structure. Blackwell nudged the old English General on the arm than leans his head closer to whisper. “I would like to know what he plans to do with that ugly creation of his.” “I don’t know but whatever it is. It looks to be something pieced together in a

hurry.” Cromwell replies. Both Generals straighten their stance as the craft is half way out of its dungeon storage area. “Gentlemen. What you see before you is something like nothing you would ever imagine could be constructed and hopefully this will be the only one of its kind. It has carefully been designed and skillfully put together by some of the best engineers England could help conjured up, if you would.” “What I see is just another jet and from the design, it’s not that much different from the one we have to deal with.” The woman spoke suddenly with a tone giving the impression she was not impressed neither with the design nor the idea that it would solve the problem at hand.

Wilkenson faces her with his hands claps together and an arrogant air about him. “Ms. Fairchild.” He walks closer to his creation pauses in front of it proudly. “This is the Hydra a jet made on the same premises as the Zodiac. I must it to stealing some of Professor Orlandis’s creation to form one of my own. It has the same capabilities, if not better, than our rogue jet. Unlike the idea of it being a peace making aircraft the Hydra is more of a peace keeping jet.” “What is the difference?” A man standing behind General Cromwall makes his move forward then stands with his hands posed behind his back. “It sounds to me as if you have your Websters a little worn out in defining the difference between the two jets. The Zodiac was to be a peace keeping air craft as well. Now, see what it has caused.” “That’s not the case at all. In fact there is a difference. You see the Zodiac was the first creation of the Aerotech firm and in its idealism it was to bring peace amongst its financial share holders. As for the Hydra. It is made to keep that idea of trust alive and to challenge those who would break it.” Cromwall. “Tell me, Sterling. You said this jet of yours will bring the Zodiac back. I put the question to you, again. How is that possible with all it can do?” “General. I have taken some ideas from Professor Orlandis’s plans to make some of my own. The Hydra has everything the Zodiac has, with some modifications. As far as bring it back. Again, that is totally up to the Zodiac crew. I am hoping I will not have to use the modifications installed.”

Blackwell. “Like what?” “There are guided Missiles installed controlled by the pilot’s viewing lenses, fixed on is helmet. When he sees his target the missiles will head in the same direction. Knowing the Zodiac can hover and if it does, they are sitting ducks. Heat sensitive rockets are added so even if our rogue jet out runs this baby the rockets’ will can overtake it.” Cromwall removes his smoking pipe holding it firmly in his right hand he tilts his head upward then rocks on the heels of his shoes. “So far you have told us how you can destroy Orlandis’s jet. What about how you plan to bring it in with all aboard, if possible. You seem to forget the attitude the Zodiac jet can go, as well as how long it can travel without refueling again.” “No, General. I haven’t forgotten that and in fact the Hydra can make half the attitude the Zodiac can. It’s just a matter of waiting it out. I didn’t wish for my creation to reach the same attitude. It is of little importance as far as I am concern. As far as fuel my jet can last just as long in the air. All the data however has been use to improve on his baby.” Sterling pats his creation’s wing and smiles. “Good God, man. What you’re saying is murder. Shooting down that jet would mean more problems than you than you can handle.” “Murder, General. Have you forgotten the lives that lost already the French Air Liner the Egyptian fighter jets? I am sure you are worried about the crew on that damn jet but consider this. They will have twelve Nations on your buttock doing what they have already done that’s having fighter ready to shot the Zodiac down. Those women killed innocent men and women, if not children to in their attacks.”

“We don’t know if the Zodiac was hijacked or not, Wilkinson. That’s why we need to have them alive if not at lease retrieve the jet in one piece to prevent other possible incidents.” Sterling moves several feet from the animus jet looking craft his hands posed in front of him. With head down he continues moving toward the group of men and women standing in front of him. “Ladies and Gentlemen. I hate to have to

remind all of you this project of Professor Orlandis’s was foreseen as a disaster waiting to happen. It was only a matter of time before something like this would happen. I am not the only who could foresee it.” Blackman. “I take it you like, Chief Price thought as the Soviets did about this project’s failure.” “I hate to it it, but yes if that is how they looked at this project.” “What would your jet cause?” General Blackman steps next to the Brigadier General. His question brings out more questions to the others in the group. “Are you saying this new jet of yours will be used only in cases such as this one and what would determents its use? I want to add another thing that has come to mind.” “What is that, sir?” Wilkinson stands firmly on his solution to the problem. He tries to continue speaking politely “If you shot the Zodiac down killing the crew, we may never have the answers we need. The other thing is that was bought up as a possibility was. Perhaps, only one of the women could be involved in the hijacking, the Soviet crew member. To shot it down with the others inside would bring all twelve countries down our throats.” “All I have been hearing is about the bloody women, and how innocent they are, but as you stated you know anything about their dealings in this.” Sterling’s voice becomes more aggressive in nature. “I have already said it’s up to the crew whether we shoot it down or not, it they comply with us, that matter is solved.” Another man moves forward his eyes on the black jet with four wings, two smaller sets in up front and another set of larger wings in the rear. The man could see the awesome display of weaponry the Hydra possessed, held firmly in place there beneath its bellow. “I don’t think our department is aware of this project of yours, Doctor Wilkenson. my advise to you is to wait for approval to set your so-call plan into action.” “Mr. Gaylord. I am sure England’s Department of Foreign Affairs is not willing to wait for another disaster to happen, before setting the wheels in motion to

solve this matter. Nigel.” Turning to his assistant, standing on one of the rear wing sections of the Hydra. “Have some of the staff prepare the meeting room. I want to treat our guest with refreshments and food. surely after their long trip they are a bit hungry and perhaps we can resolve this matter in a more sociable environment.” Folding his hands in front of him, Sterling again faces the group smiling. He knew his plan to use the Hydra was approved he called to the various departments ahead of time, something most in the group did not know at the time of their arrival but quickly informed some time later. He leads them from the hangar to the conference room. before long a setting of food was laid out with the a bar that set on the other side of the room that was being quickly stocked with some of the finest liquor saved for the event.

“Now that you know what is planned I would invite all of you to enjoy this occasion. Please, make yourself at home and think about what is offered to solve this problem.” Sterling makes his way amongst the group motioning some of the in the direction of the food table. Blackman looks on before moving to the bar but Brigadier General Cromwall had already beaten him there. The Englishman reaches for the glass of scotch whiskey that the bartender held in his hand. As the man slowly turns his attention to several others, both Generals move closer together with Blackman leaning on the counter. “I still think he’s created another monster for us to deal with.” Blackman remarks. “This guy’s going to get someone killed and not just the twelve women, but a few civilians as well.” Cromwall, raising his glass to his lips stopping short of drinking from it. “No, doubt. I can’t believe my agency sanctioned this move. I have a man in the field on this thing. I can’t bloody well believe her Majesty couldn’t wait for a few more weeks.” “That’s funny so do I. Agent Barn has been secretly deployed to find the jet and the crew.” Cromwall slowly straightens his stance lowering his glass to the counter. “Barn, James Barn?” “Yes, you know him?”

“Why, yes. Chief Otterman and I have worked several missions together, using Barn as our primary field agent. He’s one of the finest agents NSA has, to do something like this. So far I haven’t hear a word from him or my agent.” Blackman catches the attention of the bartender. he orders a whiskey strait, no ice, then turns again to the old but dignified looking Brigadier General. “Something tells me after this little bullshit section is over, we better find a way of ing James and your agent, before Doctor Frankinstein releases his monster.” “As far as I know Ellis, that’s the agent’s name, is still in as we speak. Cromwall finishes his glass just as Blackman’s drink is handed to him. “I haven’t heard from him either. Something could be dreadfully wrong and there is no way of finding out what.” “We have to focus our attention on the complex in . First, thing I have to do is get in with the Chief of the CIA. He has a man traveling with James so that would give us some kind of lead way. If Price hasn’t heard from his agent then, Otterman is the next in line. Surely he must have gotten word from, Barn by now.” “The chances of another attack maybe far from now, but we can’t take those odds.” Cromwall looks on the other guests moving about. “I would think after the two that have already occurred the heat as you Americans say, it’s on.” “That part you might be right on. Both James and Price’s man, Yarlin have no one they can count on to back them up. This was suppose to be a covert operation without the Germans knowing they are still under investigation.” Blackwell sipping his drink then setting it down briefly.

As the two men continue standing next to the bar they watch Wilkinson smiling as he works his way through the small gathering of guests. Confident in his plan and even more confident of his success in carrying it out. The old Brigadier orders another drink Blackman did the same, quickly finishing the one he had held in his hand. Moments later the two men move to the center of the room, then stood with drinks in hand. Blackman. “Let me get back with you later. I need to find out a few things.

Frank Otterman usually has a plan in mind when any of the agents need help. Now I don’t know what it is, but I am sure he’ll come through.” Sipping his drink, then walking off. “I have a source in and with some persuasion they might see the need in lending a hand.” Cromwall knew exactly what Otterman would do. It was his intentions to use both his and the General’s elite team to back up both agents if necessary but that would be the final solution and not one to be used openly and loosely. Blackman was well out of the room and had silently done so. Cromwall was very good at deception he showed no signs of total disapproval of Sterling’s war jet nor mentioned it any further. With his freshly filled glass of Scotch the old Englishman continues milling about the room with other guests. The following night Ingrid Van Dorne has her four pilots winging their way into Russian airspace. They wait word for their strike on the Soviet supply plane that was still some distance from the snowed in section of Yaroslavl. Yarlin had seen the jet depart during the wee hours of the night and he would wait for its return in case he should need prove of the Zodiac concealment. That same day, with the morning dew still lingering on the uncut grass of the archery range Fernardez and the women were scheduled for a brief period of fresh air. John continued searching for ways of escaping along with a possible way of having at least a few of the women coming with him. He and some of the women peer from the small window on the north side of the cottage. He watches Arron Carver and the old man who attended the place stand talking some yards away. “I think they have something in mind.” O’brian, moved closer to the window then looks outward. “What do you think it is?” John gives out with a sigh then straightens his clothing. “I don’t know. It maybe something that doesn’t include me, at lease not in a good way.” The sound of footsteps and men talking alert him and the women of Carver’s approach. He could hear Arron saying to bring them out before pausing. Then the old man spoke his voice definitely giving his age away. “What about the man inside with them?” “Yeah. Bring him out to but I don’t know why. Ms. Van Dorne wants all of them to get some air. If it was up to me I would air Barn out my way.”

The door knob slowly turns with Fernardez and the others watching. John showed he had something in mind just what was not certain to the others in the room. Placing his finger to his lips he then took a position behind the door. It was a simple plan but as plans go, it didn’t work. The grounds’ keeper walks inside the cabin and focused his attention on the twelve female hostages he failed to even take notice of the only male who was also with them. Fernardez mind was centered on the door from the time the know turned to the moment the old man walked in. He continued to stand behind the hard wood door with the Care Taker posed in the arch way. With all his might John pushes the door hard knocking the old man down and causing him to fling his gun some distance away on the floor. As old as the trick was it seemed to work perfectly and without thinking too long about his next move, Fernardez reaches down to retrieve the gun when he suddenly hears the clicking sound of another weapon close to his head. “That wasn’t very nice of you, Barn.” Arron Carver remarks, not far behind the stricken man. The hammer of his gun was held back and ready to fire. “You would strike down an old man just like that. What a shame.” Carver was familiar with the man he knew as Agent James Barn. He known what John could have been thinking as well as what he could possibly come up with to escape. As far as Agent Arron Carver there were no surprises and anything was expected. The training for both agents was no different and nor was their agencies. Arron waved the Latin agent to the side, allowing the old man to regain his stance as well as his composure. “I am surprised at you, really. That’s one of the oldest trick in the book and very well played out. Now, if you would be so kind as to give him back his gun, we can go on with what we had in mind.” “What exactly is that?” “A bit of fresh air. Your capture has seen it fitting to allow you and these women to walk about for a few brief moments.” Arron’s eyes look on the somewhat cramped interior of the cottage prison. “This is just right for one or two hostages, but not twelve. To tell you the true. I would allow just the women to be removed and leave you in here to rot.”

The old man turns facing Fernardez after retrieving his gun, then spits in his face. The words were quickly spoken none that John could understand but they were not complementary by no means. Only communications officer Helda Gershaw knew what was said. “Now. Listen up, all of you. Lady Van Dorne had been nice enough to allow you to get some air, but don’t think I willn’t kill the first one who tries anything funny. You have been a troublesome bunch the first time you arrived and I don’t like baby-sitting. So let’s get this over.” John stood wiping the spit from his face as the old man walks by him. “So where do we walk?” “Not far. I can tall you that. Come on, Barn. I have other things I rather be doing.” The women walk out first with John lagging behind glancing on the old man. The two men eyed each other for a moment before. The women walk several yards from the cabin until they reach the archery range. Both Fernardez and the women could see some of Van Dorne’s men along with the two Care Taker’s helpers practicing with crossbows. The three targets being used reflected the men’s uses of the deadly weapons they were truly marksmen the arrows were hitting center mass.

John, turns to Carver. “This is a nice setup. Too bad one of those targets isn’t you.” “Don’t show off in front of the women, Barn. It’s not becoming nor amusing. Besides, who knows. You might be one of those targets yourself before this is over with.” Feranerdez paced himself without looking back. He could hear Arron Caver’s foot steps and the other man following behind him clearly. He would wait and hope they would follow close enough to strike out at least at two of them. His plans were somewhat halted when Paula Winslow, under the watchful eyes of her captures, falls back. She walks close to the side of her would-be rescuer the whispers softly. “What do we do, if anything? There are still too many guards around to attempt anything.”

“Just keep walking and keep looking for some opening. This is a wide area and its gonna take sometime for me to think of something. One thing for sure. They can’t run after all thirteen of us, if we can manage to spread out.” Carver was briefly distracted but soon turns his attention on the couple, walking too close for his taste. “You’re just getting air. So don’t waste it on talking.” He yells. “We should have company soon and I wouldn’t want her to think we’re being hostile, so to speak.” Carver had no sooner finished his remark when the car with Van Dorne and Clardaire drives up along the narrow road leading to the cottage. Arron instructs the Grounds Keepers to see what they had come for leaving him and two guards along with their hostages this was just the moment John needed. Arron’s attention was more on the approaching car than on the group of women he was suppose to be waiting. John never turns around but continues to listen for the footsteps of his captures. Holding his side as if he was catching a cramp, Fernardez continues moving hoping to draw attention. Carver was a man who wanted to seem as if he knew what he was doing he didn’t want anything to go wrong, especially with Van Dorne on the scene. He noticed Fernardez slowing his pace then yells out to him, giving an indication of his exact position. “What the matter our little hero has a cramp?” Winslow. “What do you expect, being held in some God forsaken place with no real medical help. He might be very sick… you don’t know.” “You’re right. I don’t know and to be honest I don’t really care.” Carver takes a quick glance in Van Dorne’s direction before rushing over to Paula and Fernardez. “Here. Let me see about your would-be hero. I hope he dyes.” The NSA Agent was now lying on the ground holding bandaged ribs. Paula’s acting was just as good as her flying skills. She gives little doubts of something seriously wrong with fellow hostage member. Carver stands over top of his capture his gun still posed and ready to use as the other guards keep their eyes on the twelve females who had stopped and turned around. “What seems to be the problem, Barn? Is it something you ate, or something our attack dog should have eaten?” “It’s my ribs, asshole. Your dog took a likely to them.” John said showing a well

performance of pain while glancing beyond the cottage then to Winslow. She caught the quick eye movement and the direction John’s eyes turned to it was a signal to act on his say so. From the distance Van Dorne notice the two men, she excuses herself from Georgie then turned in Carver’s direction. “What seems to be the matter with him, carver?”

“Just a pain in his ribs at least that’s what he claims. I know how to deal with that.” Grabbing John’s wounded shoulder then yanked him up with a tug knowing it would add to his discomfort. As Paula yells for the traitorous CIA Agent to stop, Fernardez again cuts his eyes on the two guards watching the other hostages. If he gave the word now the eleven women could spread themselves out and break for the open field to the woods. For a moment Carver and John stand facing each other, Fernardez with his face wrenched in pain and Carver chuckling to himself. Arron turns in the direction of Georgio and Van Dorne, who go back to what they were doing this was just the moment the NSA Agent was waiting for. Fernardez turns but in the opposite direction of the women and just as he starts out walking, Arron kicks the back of his leg sending him to the ground again. “That those wounds took some of the wind out of you, Barn. You need some time to get it back?” John was on one knee his face turned to the ground and holding his shoulder. “Yeah. If you don’t mind in giving me a few minutes, it will come back.” Paula looked in the agent’s eyes moving toward the woods this was her clue as well as the others to start their run for freedom. Most of Van Dorne’s soldiers were yards away, too far to react if anything was to go wrong. The two Ground Keepers were too busy practicing their marksmanship along with the soldiers to notice Carver’s sadistic funny. With Fernardez in pain, Carver becomes too relaxed in the pleasure of causing John’s anger and his focus also neglecting the other hostages. He turns to see if both Clardaire and Van Dorne were looking his way before inflicting more pain on the agent. He had not taking in consideration the agent’s anger in his friend’s death and the revenge he had in mind, that would give enough strength to carry that revenge out. Liz and Mattie were the first to

dash off toward the wooden areas of the archery grounds with Roberts and Tishina not far behind. When Paula turns to do the same, Carver turns his gaze in time from Fernardez on her. Carver. “You son of a bitch.” He yells trying to act on his incompetence. Fernardez, who was still holding his wounded arm, springs up and puts his full weight into motion tickling Carver to the ground. It was Georgio who noticed the two men struggling for possession of the weapon held in Carver’s hand, then the fleeing women. Carver and John were both on the ground throwing wild punches. Clardaire and Van Dorne along with several others with them rush toward the struggling agents with Georgio alerting those on the archery range of the fleeing women rushing toward the woods. John lashes out with his foot kicking Arron in the face and leaving him rolling round holding his face this was his chance to follow the women’s lead. He was not far behind Paula Winslow, who had just crossed the half way mark of the archery range and sprinting as if her life depended on it. She and the others were not like the frail women in some stereotype movie, falling all over the place and screaming their lungs out, but strong hearted women with the will to live. Van Dorne begins spouting out curse words as she witnessing what was occurring it was then she turns suddenly to those standing along side her. “I want Barn and the women back here alive.” Pushing Clardaire ahead of her. “I need them to reveal more about the jet there are still things we do not know about it.”

The order was heard later by most of the men on the range it was the two Groundskeepers who had not gotten wind of what was instructed, Carver seemed not to have heard nor cared. He yells to two Groundskeepers to stop the women in anyway they could and their minds that meant any force possible. Paula continues running, turning only briefly to see if Fernardez was making his way along with her. Winslow and Jean were almost side by side as the others come close to the edge of the woods and the fence between them and freedom. Helda and Pasco needed no instructions they had both spread themselves out making it almost impossible for any of Van Dorne’s men to easily catch them the others were also quick to take notice. John had hopes of making his battle with Arron longer but his balance due to his injuries goes wrong and he finds himself tripping with Clardaire along with several men on top of him.

The Agent, with guards covering him, looks on the fleeing women. The guards hold him firmly to the ground and Clardaire looks outward discussed. Winslow. “Keep going. Keep going.” Her words emerge in winded tones. “This is our chance. There are too many of us for them to capture at one time.” “What about Mr. Barn?” Paula waves her Communications officer, Chin Wang on. “If even one of us makes it that is all Mr. Barn needs. Trust me. He was willing to take his chances.” Chin, Joannetta, Pat and Pearl were about to make their move into the thick brush when Pearl Steward turns back to see Joannetta O’Brian lacking behind. The women had crossed in front of the archery range and its targets not realizing the Groundskeepers had not wondered far from it. The four Zodiac were not far from freedom in fact they were approaching the lowest level of the fence. It would take no more than a few leaps and they would be over it and long gone. The two young men rush forward with crossbows loaded and aiming their sights on the nearest target available… that target was Joannetta O’Brian. Steward yells out a warning to her fellow crew member of the danger but before her eyes and John’s death was short in coming. O’Brian stops to turn around when suddenly she hears all too late the whizzing sound of an arrow winging her way followed by a sickening thumbing sound and pain racing through her body. Chin and Pearl noticed Joannetta slowly backing up and staggering. Both women could see a protrusion in Joannette’s flight suit when O’Brian turns toward the others. Suddenly a second arrow penetrates O’Brian’s body she stops dead in her tracks, before looking down on her stomach. With blood oozing through her fingers the Irish woman slowly sinks to her knees with Chin and Steward rushing to her aide. “The blood murders.” Steward cries. “They didn’t have to do this. They said they wouldn’t harm us.” “It was a nice try.” Joannette’s eyes were half closed and she was gasping for air, between remarks. “I guess I could have been a bit faster to keep up with the two of you.” “You better not die on us. You hear me. You just better not die on us.” Chin’s words were spoken as if she could do something about O’Brian’s situation but

she and Steward knew differently.

Joannetta’s hand flounders around for several minutes. Steward felt O’Brian’s body start to tremble before Joannetta’s head slumps to the side. It was over there was nothing anyone could do and both Pearl Steward and Chin Wang tearfully came to realize it. The others along with Jean and Paula discontinue their chances of escaping as they slowly move from the fence to their comrade’s side with soldiers quickly moving in. John stood slowly to his feet with Van Dorne looking on him as if it were his fault. Fernardez, looks on the woman of mystery with her guards still holding on to him firmly. “You didn’t have to do that, you know. If you want me to feel bad about what has happen I already do.” “If not for your bright ideas, Barn. This would not have to be.” Van Dorne watches as the men round up the hostages then walk them back. “They would have had the chance to life, if not for your so-called fancy and cleaver move. Your love for the opposite sex is your weakest will be your downfall. You know one day and from the looks of it. It’s going to be soon. You’ll realize you can’t win them all.” She turns to the three men standing next to Fernardez and holding him firmly, then orders them to bring him along as she s the recaptured women. Most of the crew was now hovering over O’Brian’s body as the Groundskeepers gather up the remaining women. “You blood murder. She was a young woman you said we would not be harmed.” Steward holds Joannetta’s head close to her breast while rocking slowly. “She wouldn’t have hurt anyone.” “Thus is life something you will soon learn, my dear. I promised not to harm any of you if you followed my instructions unfortunately this is what becomes of not doing so. You can thank Mr. Barn over there for this.” Van Dorne’s eyes hinted some sort of humanity not for the agent for the women now morning their crew member. “Following his instructions will only result in more bloodshed so I urge you to trust in me.” John becomes the focus of the women’s attention. There were mixed emotions

about his attempts just as it was with, Paula Winslow giving access to the super jet. As Arron Carver s the group along with the three Groundskeepers Van Dorne then turns suddenly about to face him. He could see the anger on her face along with the smug look on, Georgio Clardaire’s face. Van Dorne. “Who the hell told anyone to shoot? I wanted them back here alive all of them, including Barn.” Carver and the three Groundskeepers, still holding their crossbows, stand facing her. “Mr. Carver. You seem not to fit in with the rest of us for some reason. Perhaps, Mr. Clardaire is better qualified to replace you.” “It was a slight misunderstanding, Miss Van Dorne. I promise it will not happen again.” Ingrid motion her female accomplice Ceilia to retrieve one of the deadly weapons moments later it is handed her mistress who then turns on John Fernardez. This is what Clardaire and Carver both standing close to the agent were hoping for to kill their rival to do away with him once and for all. Fernardez. “I guess this is it for me, uh?” Kneeling on the ground looking upward on his long female rival. “Don’t temp me, Mr. Barn. Your time is long overdo I had several opportunities to kill you, this could be the day I do it.”

“I’m not the one who did the shooting. You can thank your accomplice Arron for this mishap.” Carver glares angrily on the agent. “Shut the fuck up. If it was not for your God damn foolish idea of escaping none of these women would have been killed.” “Mr. Carver is right. If it was not for your attempts there would be twelve women standing here now.” She moves the fully loaded crossbow upward to Fernardez’s head slowly pulling the trigger back. John could only imagine the pain that would result from the arrow piecing his skull he closes his eyes frozen in place waiting for the sound of the bow to be fired. Arron and Georgio stand waiting for the moment to see their would-be assassin executed with smirking grins the two men wait eagerly to hear Fernardez skull crack with the impact. “No, Mr. Barn. This is not the way I want you to die. I have other plans for you.

Mr. Clardaire, hand me your gun.” Again, Fernardez faces the threat of death with a more traditional weapon as Ingrid takes Georgio’s handgun then levels it where she had placed the bow. John’s expression on his two rivals was pure hatred with sweat pouring from his brow while he prepares for his last days. Van Dorne. “You said I shouldn’t blame you for this incident that I must say you’re right. Although, I hate to ire it.” “If you would do my one last favor not to say you ever did me any. Could you just shoot me and be done with it, Van Dorne. This waiting is killing me.” “Still the wise mouthed agent giving the impressions of not caring about his life. All in time, Mr. Barn all in good time. I usually like to express myself even to one who is about to die.” Carver’s broad smile suddenly changes when Van Dorne turns the gun on him then clicks the hammer back. “You see you are right about where to placed the blame, Mr. Barn. Mr. Carver here had more to do with this than you and for that it seems fitting he should pay the price.” “No, Ms. Van Dorne let me explain. You’re making a mistake,. Barn started it all. If not for him I would have had everything under control.” Van Dorne. “Spare me. I made a mistake in allow you to me.” Arron Carver nervously turns to Clardaire and the two Groundskeepers his attempt to flee his fate fails to start before it is quickly ended as he begins backing up with his hands raised skyward. Van Dorne fires two well-placed shots on the turncoat agent John felt the splatter of blood on his face slowly he opens his eyes to see Carver briefly standing with two large holes in the front of what remained of his skull. It wasn’t long before Arron Carver drops to the ground face down with the Groundskeepers standing next to him who could see the exit wounds in the back of his head. Part of Carver’s skull was completely blown away leaving what looked to be scramble eggs along the grass next to his head. For a moment the lady of mystery looks down on her deed with the gun still smoking in her hand before handing the gun back to its own. Van Dorne wipes her hands. “For some reason this is your lucky day, Mr. Barn.” Turning to the others still in shocked over what had occurred. “I hate it when someone overrides my authority, Mr. Carver has done it once too often and who sent him to do this simple task?”

“I did, Ms. Van Dorne. I had no idea he would do something as stupid as this.” Clardaire softly answered. “I can assure you, I had no ideas he would behave in this fashion.”

“You can not assure me of anything it seems. You recruited him that was poor judgment on your part. I would warn you, Georgio not to follow in his footsteps or you will face a similar fate.” Van Dorne watched as the women slowly move back to their cottage confinement. “I can not really blame the Groundskeepers for this obviously they were following orders. I want not except anymore blunders from this point on. If so, you’re be the next one owning two extra holes somewhere on your body.” Motioning Anitia and Ceilia toward the car Ingrid Van Dorne slips inside with, Georgio Clardaire watching he then turns briefly looking on the Groundskeepers and the agent. “I hope, Mr. Carver’s costly lesson served its purpose.” Speaking directly to both young men. “From now on there’s to be no orders given unless they come from me or Miss Van Dorne directly. See to it all the women are secured safely in the cottage. I will see them sometime tomorrow when the jet is closer to its target.” Clardaire returns his gaze on the NSA Agent as usual fate steps in again saving his life something, Georgio Clardaire resented with a ion. “Damn, Clardaire. Just when you thought this was it, Van Dorne turns the tables.” John was still showing signs of a cold sweat. “I guess it’s just you and me now since, Carver is out of the picture.” “Don’t count this as a victory you bastard. You’ll screw up long before you can get to me. Now, move it.” The hostages were now lined in front of the cottage door way Fernardez was the first to be pushed inside the dwelling followed by Chin and Winslow. Paula and Jean turn to see the guards removing O’Brian’s body there was no telling where they would bury her it was for sure it would not be some place fitting. As for Carver it was Clardaire and the Groundskeepers task to deal with his burial they seemed not to give a damn whether they buried him or not.

Roberts. “Good going, hero. See what your brilliant idea has done.” Whispering in anger. “If it was not for you, Joannette would still be with us. I guess you don’t care about that, do you? You, Secret Agents are willing to risk other’s lives as well as their own. Tell me you fucking wise ass how many of us are you preparing to have killed to get the Zodiac back?” John could find no words that would take the pain and suffering from the remaining crew Chin, the smallest in the group, glares an anger look almost like a child with their lips poked out, Liz Corgio and Ava Monet were none the less any better. Once again the group set silently in the cottage each taking turns glancing on the agent as he stands next to the small window of the cottage looking out. John Fernardez turns away for a few moments after noticing the anger on the faces of his fellow captures “So, what were you trying to prove?” Steward leans forward on the cot with Chin and Liz beside her. “They have guns we don’t. We’re in the middle of bloody nowhere that fencing area you mentioned some distance away. Even if we did make it there was nowhere go nor anyone to turn to for help within miles.” Chin. “Yeah. And how would our chances of escape be anyway?”

“I wouldn’t expect any of your to understand this.” John turns suddenly his voice rising in the heat of the conversion. “With all the responsibility resting on your shoulders it was possible something like this would happen… the hijacking that is. I guess they didn’t mention that in your training?” With hands in his pockets John looks on the women questioning him while standing in the center of the room. “Sometimes you have to make a choice, be free or be a captured.” “That is a fine speech, Barn.” Steward claps her hands. “We were trained very well and one of things that was a hijacking prevention was the fingerprint identification system installed on the Zodiac the other is the self-destructing device lodged in the midsection.” “It’s a fucking shame you didn’t use it before being abducted, isn’t it.” Steward rolls her eyes. None of you know what this woman is capable of or what she has

in mind for you. She could change her mind at anytime and kill all of you, later.” Paula. “She said she wouldn’t.” “Van Dorne says a lot of things, Paul. I’ve deal with her before I know if things go wrong she’ll switch on you like a light bulb. Look, I’m sorry for what happened but sometime things take a turn for the worse in any plan. There were twelve of your and six soldiers not counting the three Groundskeepers and I say we could have made it.” “Six guards was enough.” Roberts voice cut the conversion short for a brief second. “As Pearl said. Those men have guns and we don’t.” Fernardez. “None of them fired a shot it was the Groundskeepers. For some other reason they need you alive for the moment, at least all of you.” There were strange looks on the women’s faces, Fernardez had contradicted himself. He stated Van Dorne would do whatever was necessary to complete what agendas she had in mind even if it meant torturing her hostages then on the same breath stating she wanted them alive and well. “This is the deal as I see it. They are placing all of you in a position where you can’t go home. It’s either them or face some sort of punishment in your own home countries to me that’s not much of a choice. There were too many of you for those men to gather up at one time some of you could have gotten away, that’s was my planning in a nut shell.” Roberts turns to Winslow. “He told us that but do you believe him? Even if some of us got away the others would still become hostages.” “It makes sense I see his point our training did include survival skills. The thing now is what can we do if we are still held prisoner? We’re back to square one with one less member.” “I have no ideas at the moment, ladies.” “Thank God for that. This last one was a flop.” John cut his eyes on Steward after her remark. “That’s unfair.” Winslow walked suddenly to the center of the room with her hands on her shapely hips frowning. “Four of us had a chance to make good our

getaway and we blew it. By now Jean, Pearl and Chin could be miles from this place so before you go dishing out blame, stop and think what role you all played.” She turns to the Latin Agent. “So, now that I got that out of my system what either do you have in mind?”

CHAPTER TEN

OPERATION BIG DIPPER

“We have to wait for the next opportunity whenever that is.” John made his way to the window again with the women sitting silently on their cots. As night rolls in the agent remains awake every few moments gazing out on the grounds to see the silhouetted forms of his captures milling about he could also hear the guard posted at the cottage shifting his weight in the wooden chair positioned along side the door. John had been on missions to rescue women before this was the first time he had to rescue twelve women at one time something that placed his efforts a greater risk. Soon after pacing the floor he finds a position on one of the cots one where, Winslow and Roberts were laying. Yarlin continues his patient surveillance on the complex seeing no results. As far as he could see the base was operation as normal but in his heart he knew, Barn or Ellis was somewhere within the complex and held hostage. Meanwhile, in Washington DC the heads of different Intelligence Agencies wait patiently for the Zodiac to surface. They were relying on more attacks by the super stealth jet with hope of it give a pin point location. They would play it by ear if they could both east and west were still under the media’s line of fire, not to mention the other countries involved slowly coming into focus. They thought was trying all it could to find the jet and its crew but the blame was to be shared not only on ’s part but , Italy and England as well not to mention the US. Van Dorne had indeed planted the seeds of distrust amongst the twelve Nations that part of her plan was working well. Yarlin was the link to finding the Zodiac but he wanted to find either, Ellis or Fernardez before making his move. As far as the young agent was concern without them it would be a lost cause. Van Dorne’s plans were delayed. She had been keeping up with her sources in Russia on the flight plans of the supply plane. With the weather as it was it would take a few more weeks before conditions of the delivery would suitably this was just enough time for Yarlin to further his investigation, or at least try to

find some leads to Fernardez’s whereabouts. It wasn’t long before the young agent’s lead comes about. As he sits in one of the German pubs where most people spill more than beer Agent Karoll Yarlin positions himself in the corner of the pub glancing around the room with a drink in hand when the elderly man from the archery range walks in. At first he seemed to be no more than a customer stopping in for a few drinks but within a half an hour the old Groundskeeper becomes a drunkard. He asks for another drink he had at least four strong shot of Vodka and one very potent whiskey, watered down with soda water. The bar tender walks over and pours a smaller drink then the one he had before. “Roth. Don’t you think you have had enough for today?” The bar tender remarks, sliding the glass toward the old man. “I will tell you when I have had enough. This is my money and my time and if you refuse me. I will just take my money some place else.” The man’s voice was slurred but still quite understandable, even in his anger. “In all my years of coming here I think I can handle myself very well, thank you. I guess you haven’t noticed.” Reaching for the glass then lifting to his lips as the bar tender walks away.

Karoll Yarlin thought no more about the man’s comment, nor his actions. He sips his drink and turns in the direction of a pretty young woman seated three tables from him. The old man name Roth looks at his glass then yells out to the bar tender standing in front of another customer. “You call this a drink. What can I do with this small glass besides say it’s only a starter?” “Drink it of course.” The huff man replies, slowly making his way back as Roth gulps his drink and slides the glass forward again. “Look Roth, I know you as a regular, but I also know when someone has had enough.” “Just pour me another drink. You’re getting paid for it.” As the bar tender reaches down for the bottle the Roth leans forward his voice soft but still slurred. He asks if the bartender had ever seen an angel die. “No. I haven’t had that experience Roth.” Pouring the drink then sliding it towards the

old man. “What would make you say something like that, anyway… besides too must drinking?” “I had the privilege of having twelve of them at the range. Beautiful women they were.” “Did they all die?” Laughs the bartender. “No. Just one. They were all from different parts of the world. Black, white, Asian, Latin you name it.” The bartender draws back the bottle capping it as he pulls it closer to him, only to have Roth grab his hand. “You don’t believe me, do you?” “Let me tell you what I believe. I think you’re drunk and were drinking long before you came in here. Now, that’s what I believe.” Yarlin watched as the old man continued holding the man’s hand and glancing into his eyes. For a moment the bartender stood silently gazing on his regular customer, then slowly removes his hand. It was then Roth motion for him to leave the bottle where it was. “I tell you. I have seen them twelve women in light blue suits of some kind. All from different corners of the world.” “Okay, Roth. I believe you. Now, be kind enough to let him tend to the other customers.” The burly bartender looks on Roth’s hand as he slowly reaches for the glass in front of him. Yarlin’s ears caught the remark and he slowly slides from his seat and makes his way over to the bar then seats himself next to Roth. The agent casually slides closer his voice no more than a whisper. At first Roth seem not to notice until Karoll spoke again. He turns and tries to focus his eyes on the young man beside him. “Well, who are you?” “Let’s just say I am a man who seems very interested in what you were just saying.” “So you believe me?” “I have to hear more about it, first.” Yarlin glanced on the room then snuggled up closer. “I did hear stories of UFO’s in this area.” Raising his hand to the

bartender and ordering another drink for himself. “Give this man whatever he wishes. It’s on me. I could use another whiskey and coke.” The man just nodded then walks off to tend to the others on the other end of the bar. Yarlin leans against the bar lowering his voice to avoid others nearby from hearing. “What about this story of angels where did you see them?”

“At the archery range of course. I have been keeping the place up the best I can and hopefully someone will buy it. It’s been abandon for some years. My friends and I have been using it for summer housing and campers in the busy season.” “And where did they come from? I am curious to know that’s if you don’t mind telling me.” Roth drank some of his drink. Wiping his lips with the sleeves of his shirt he turns to Yarlin still waiting patiently for an answer. “Actually, I was told they were spies. This woman told me they had captured them and wanted me and my two workers to watch over them for the government. I don’t know if it’s true or not but it pays well.” “Why did you call them angels?” “They looked like angels. As far as I am concern you couldn’t find any better looking females around these parts.” Looking around the room Yarlin sips his drink and turns to the old man again. He was hoping what was being said was linked to both John and the twelve female crew and it was beginning to sound as if it was. “Was there anyone else with them you know, men perhaps?” “Oh, yeah. One man. A black man dressed in dark clothing.” Yarlin. “Just one man?” “Sure, just one.” “You’ll forgive me for asking. Did they happen to give his name?”

“I heard them call him, Barn or something to that effect.” Roth reached for his drink again and gulped it down as if it was another water. There were no doubts in Karroll’s mind Roth had been a hard core drinker for some time. “You seem to ask a lot of questions about what I have been saying. Do you know them?” “No. I was just curious as to what you were talking about. I just needed someone to talk to and you had something interesting to say.” Yarlin reached for his glass then leaned in Roth’s direction again whispering. “Like I said. I heard some others talk about UFO’s. You, unlike the others, would come out and speak about it.” “I should stop talking now, mister. Let’s just say it’s the drinks. I think I have had enough.” Yarlin slowly inched away then gets the attention of the bartender. The man approaches with an unconcern look about him. “I would like another drink and this time make it a double.” “Do you think he can handle that much young man?” “Oh, no. This is for me. I think my friend and I agree he’s had enough. What is the tab? I would like to pay for his drink and mine.” Karoll hands the man two twenty dollar bills then waves his hand a jester for the bartender to keep the charge. It was a little more than five dollars but it was worth it to have Roth spilling his guts out. “Look, my friend. It was nice talking to you. I just wish you would tell me more about your experience even if I did say I just needed someone to talk to.”

Roth, with his head facing half way to the counter of the bar and glass held hand slightly raised made an effort to nod his head before finishing what was left of his drink. Yarlin was persistent he makes one finally effect to gain more information, if possible “I have one last question my friend. Where is this archery range of yours?” “Why? You know about bows and arrows?” “A little.”

Just then Roth’s head hits the count of the bar. He was out like a light and it would take one of his fellow Groundskeepers to come and get him. The bartender shook his head and Yarlin pats the old man on the shoulder. “Hey. If you want to know where he works. If you would call it work. It’s an old archery range about fifteen miles from here, due south. You can easily miss it if you’re not careful.” “Is it close to the AeroTech complex.” The bartender hummed for a moment as he thought about the question. He was trying to give some sort of directions as well as landmarks. Suddenly, he snaps his fingers and smiles. Both the complex and the range were not far from each other a different of twenty miles or less. Yarlin was delighted with his sleuthing about he now had some idea about his next move. “You’re not taking this drunk’s word about angels, are you? It’s just the liquor talking and nothing more.” “Perhaps. I would like to see what gave him that idea.” Karoll continued smiling even as he worked his way from the pub. Meanwhile, in they small prison, both John and the women sleep huddled up on the few cots that were furnished. He slept the foot of the one Paula had chosen his feet curled up with the blanket partially covering his body. Winslow’s slowly and gentle movement reminds him of her presents he peers over to see her sleeping with hands folded under her head. It wasn’t long before they slumber was disturbed when he hears the knob turning and voices at the door. “Now, isn’t this a little family gathering.” Clardaire remarks, standing with four others behind him looking on the eleven women then turning to Fernardez slowly rising to his feet. “Your present is requested and I don’t think you want to keep Ms. Van Dorne waiting.” “Now that Carver is gone you must be her new flunky.” John replies, rubbing his eyes. “So what’s in the routine today more walks or more talks?” “Real funny, Barn. Now get your ass up and follow us to the van. If you want to

know the truth. This might be your last supper so to speak. You’ve been pushing your f… king luck.” Clardaire motions to the men with him to lead the group out. John being the last one to emerge from the cottage, gives his arch rival a brief but defiant glance. With everyone loaded in the vans they make their way back to the complex. It was sure that the authorities were finish prying into the activities that were taking place and seemingly safe for the lady of mystery to move her hostage back to the complex. Once back on the AeroTech grounds, Fernardez is removed from the others to meet with Van Dorne in the control room. He stands waiting for her arrival that comes sooner than anticipated. “The time has come, Mr. Barn. I just wanted you to know that.” “This is it? You’re going to kill me?”

“Oh, no. That time hasn’t come. You still have a few more hours to live. It is time you see what is in store from our jet and the end to all of this nonsense about peace keeping. You wanted to see the target area and now is the time.” She moves to the monitors showing the landscape of Russia. John didn’t recognize it as such for a minute he continues starring on the screen. “This is it, Mr. Barn. Isolated and snow bound those people depend on the plane’s arrival for their own survival. In a matter of a few hours the plane and all its supplies will be struck down in the middle of nowhere. No signs of where the jet went or where it came from. It will devastate the Soviet people and bring on more distrust then you can imagine.” “You’re a mad woman, but I guess you’ve heard that before.” “Only from you. Anyone else would know better than say that in my face. When the Zodiac reaches the area I will have you come and see it for yourself the hopelessness people clinging to fruitless dreams.” John looks around the room as he speaks. “I hope the bedding here is better than that in the cabin. This may take some time.” “I would think so but don’t worry. You willn’t be staying long once this is over. You know, Barn. It will be a pleasure killing you once and for all. You’ve been a pain in the ass since that time in Turkey.”

“Thank you for the compliment. I have been dreaming about you to.” He pauses to gaze on the monitors. “I was just wondering. If you kill me, or vice versa we both would be bored.” John’s remark receives an open hand to the face his head turns with the force of the blow. For a moment the agent stands holding the side of his face before facing his female rival again. “It’s a shame you can’t except failure and fate, as it is.” “I have learn to accept a variety of things, Van Dorne. Failure just isn’t one of them. Of cause we all must eventually face one side of the coin or the other.” The imprint of Ingrid’s hand shows red on his face. He reacts as if nothing had happened that within itself irritated her more. She waves Clardaire forward then orders him to remove John from the room to the women now locked in a huge storage room. Clardaire was close to his goal with Carver out of the way and Fernardez foresee fate there was nothing to interfere in his success. He stood just outside the control room listening to Van Dorne as she speaks with the four men piloting the Zodiac. The jet had been two days in the air and slowly coming in range of Russian airspace. Van Dorne leans over the console with the microphone in hand. “This is home base to Zodiac. How far are you from the target?” “This is the Zodiac to home base. We are about 14 hours from that location, waiting for further instructions.” “How is your fuel supply?” She asks. She looks upward to five monitors showing huge masses of Russian terrain mostly mountainous regions covered with snow. “We are in need of more fuel but there is enough to last us two extra days of flight time. Would you suggest we wait?” The pilot waits for several minutes before Van Dorne replies. It would be a matter of hit and run before the jet was totally out of fuel… providing the Soviets would not have Mig fighter jets close by to counter the attack.

Van Dorne. “No.” Turning to the map on the wall then back to the screen again.

“Come back and refuel. I have someone I wish to see this operation through to the end. There is no need in taking unnecessary chances. How long will it take for your return?” “Give or take sixteen hours of straight flight time.” “That is too long. There has to be a way of shorting the time frame.” She turns again to the map then charts the shortest possible way of meeting her needs. Moments later after discontinuing the conversion, Ingrid turns motioning to Georgio Clardaire, still standing in the hallway. Even with the German authorities who seemed confident the base was cleared of any misdoing, Van Dorne was not taking any chances. With a worried look on her face something Clardaire clearly noticed he approaches then stands casually in front of his female benefactor. “Is there something you need done, Ms. Vorne?” “Yes. I know Barn normally works with someone else. That incident some days ago… .” “You mean the guards who were killed?” He remarks. “Yes. I want to make perfectly sure there is no one else nosing around. That is the only thing that is keeping me from killing Mr. Barn out right. If you found anyone who might be working with him, found out what they know then get rid of them.” “I will make sure of it by increasing security. Although, we have covered every square inch of the complex and the young man name, Newman has not been seen.” “Then make sure of the areas outside this place is closely watched.” “Yes, Ms. Van Dorne.” Georgio walks off taking two men with him.

THE SAME DAY IN THE OFFICE OF THE CIA, MID AFTERNOON. Richard Price and his supervisor sit in one of the conference rooms talking about Agent Karoll Yarlin’s progress. It was Price who came to the conclusion the

young agent should be recalled off the case and back to the States, even though the matter of finding the super jet had not been resolved. The man standing in front of him was much older with a stern look seemingly something Price had ired, since he had taken the same patterns of authority. “Sir. I haven’t heard from Agent Yarlin in over a week. It was my suggestion he scrub this mission some time ago.” Price points to one of the ten chairs in the room. “He and Barn were assigned to find the air craft, along with an Englishman, who we were not aware of. Somewhere along the line both men ended up missing.” “You know your agents better than I do, Richard. If we have another rogue on our hands you should know about it. Am I right?” “Yes, sir.” “Then why hasn’t Agent Yarlin doing what he is told to do?” “Sir. According to Agent Benton he called and asked for more agents. This assignment is a covert operation and the Government was not to know of it. I just couldn’t allow anymore Agents to get involved.” “Wait one minute, Richard.” Price watched as his supervisor suddenly turns back with eyebrow arched and face frowned. With all the planning that was made Price’s superior was somehow left out of the loop of information. His voice was soft but his attitude on the matter of a stranded agent wasn’t. “You mean an agent asks for help in the field, and you refused?”

“Well, no sir. Not exactly. I didn’t… .” “You didn’t what?” The Assistant Director of the CIA made his way slowly toward his Chief of Field OPS, with his hands on his hips. “I didn’t take the first call sir. Deputy Chief Benton did.” Squirming his chair, Price soon gazes in his Director’s eyes. “So, this young agent of yours made more than one call I take it?”

“As far as I know he made two. I told the second one and told him our situation.” “And exactly what is that, may I ask?” “We don’t have the manpower. Which is what I am sure Benton was looking at.” “Agent Barn. Isn’t he the one who was having so much trouble on his assignments? Why would you allow one of our own men be assigned with Barn, knowing the trouble he’s caused his own agency?” The Assistant Director turns away briefly then continues. “It’s bad enough the British are in this and now we refuse to render aide to one of our men. It looks bad on our part. Richard, this is what I want and I want you to listen carefully. You do what you have to do to get our agent help.” “But, sir.” “There are no buts about it. You failed to inform me about what was going on and that I can’t stand for. That’s one. Secondly. We have a man out there doing something about this mess and you leave him in the open. The third thing is. We have the British involved as well as the German authorities. Now that puts the icing on the cake.” “Sir. We have no new information on the situation, at this point. We don’t even know now far Agent Yarlin has gotten or what he knows.” Richard’s superior moves closer then leans over almost face to face with the Field Chief. “You do what you have to do to find him and if he gets on the horn and calls in, you render aid if needed. Do I make myself clear?” There was nothing more said. Price slowly stands in silence noticing his supervisor’s frown still fixed on his face, even as he turns briefly from him. A soft sigh emerges unheard by the stern faced Assistant Director as Richard Price makes his way from the conference room. Later that same night, Yerlin positions himself in one of the trees not far from the complex. With binoculars in hand he watches Clardaire as he and his men move about the grounds. The hours were long and reached much later into the night with Karoll now wrapped in an old Army blanket given to him by Captain Le’Van. He lies in the brushes barely able to keep his eyes open on the complex

grounds of the base. After feeling himself nodding off, the young agent turns his focus on the sky, clear of clouds with stars shining brightly. He felt the chill of the night air slowly growing even colder and tightens the blanket around him before returning his attention to the base.

Suddenly the semi-silence of his surroundings is broken with sound of high pitch engines the familiar sound of the super sonic air craft approaching. Looking upward on the sky again, Karoll could see the dim lights of an aircraft seemingly drifting overhead as the sound grows to an ear piecing level. This was just what Yarlin had been waiting for the Zodiac had finally surfaced and flying at a low altitude underneath the range of radar, yet visible to the nude eye. The young agent’s view of the jet was about to end when the pilot cuts out the landing lights while drawing closer to the base. He also noticed the runway lights being shut down, making the complex darker and cloaking the jet from prying eyes. The Zodiac was using a night view guiding system to aid its decent onto the base even though someone would think the engines would give its position away easily. It reaches the area where Yarlin had once been then hovers overhead for a moment, until finally it makes the approach to the open field. Yarlin continues observing the activities as Van Dorne and her men make their way toward the Zodiac in a small jeep along with a come-along tow truck. It soon attaches the hitch to the nose of the craft and tows it inside the very hangar John and Ellis had surveyed. Karoll knew if there was a good time to act it would be now with almost everyone’s attention on the jet. Getting into the base was any question, especially when they would be anticipating tresers. Once, inside the hangar bay. The four pilots are greeted by their benefactor and Georgio Clardaire. Van Dorne is escorted, as usual, by her two female henchmen. “Gentlemen. You have had enough time to get the feel of this splendid piece of aircraft. Now the time to use it to our benefit is at hand.” “I take it all of you have enough information on the target site.” Clardaire adds. “We have pictures, recorded conversions about the scheduled flight and have planned an escape route.” On man proudly answers, handing over several photos taken by the jet’s computerized picture images. “There will be food and water

aboard the plane, as well as blankets and other needed items. Without those things the people in the area will suffer the cold.” “Georgio. Have the men refuel our prize weapon and do a quick maintenance check of its systems. I want these men rested and ready to go again, in the morning.” Ingrid’s eyes were still on the photos as she spoke but soon she hands them to Anita, standing to the left of her. Just then another pilot turns looking on the jet as he and his comrades walk away with Clardaire. His voice held doubts about the plan of action to be taken. Even if the others were more than confident in their purposed deed the pilot while in his flight, thought he could foresee trouble along the way. “You do know this target is deep in Russian territory, Mr. Clardaire.” “I know that. That’s what makes it even better.” Georgio never turns back after making the remark him and Van Dorne some feet behind continue their way from the hangar. “I merely mentioned it so you might be aware of the possibility of being intercepted by Russian fighters.”

“That has already been included in our plan of action, my friend. This is one of the reasons we instructed you and your friends to return here for more fuel.” The Frenchman turns briefly back on Van Dorne, speaking with those with her and laughing. “With all of the skills you now possess along with the jets’ technology you should be able to elude anything in the air. I warn you. If this fails it will be bloodshed and I don’t mean in Russia or any of these other countries. The blood will be shed right here, if you get my drift.” This was Georgio’s night to shine and Clardaire couldn’t resist the thought of taunting his rival. He had failed in killing the man he knew as, Agent James Barn months ago. His efforts in having Carver do it was just as much a failure as his own since Arron acted roguishly on his own. After a brief conference with Ingrid Van Dorne, he makes his way to the other section of the building the storage area facing the hangar where John and his female prisoner were bedded. Under the watchful eyes of the young agent, Clardaire casually strolls outside to

the building and along the side of it to another entrance lead again into the complex. Through the dimly lit hallway the French assassin peers around corners and walks silently hoping not to be seen nor heard by Van Dorne’s guards or those who might inform her of his movements. Finally he stands outside to the storage room then peers through the small glass windows to see, Fernardez standing next to the small window facing the hangar. “Hey, Barn.” Giving a slight whistle to get Fernardez attention. “You’re not such a big man now, are you? Your prisons are looking more and more inviting.” He eyes scan the room. “Hey. They’re getting even larger.” John continues watching as the come-along truck emerges from the hangar, then turns in Georgio’s direction unconcerned. “My size hasn’t changed. Now what the f… k do you want?” “You know what I mean. That cocky attitude of yours.” Georgio looks on the women some hurdled in the corners of their prison confines. “You should watch your mouth. There are women present.” “You’re lucky. I could say much worse. I am sure they heard men talk in more unprofessional conversions before.” “Still. It would be the gentlemanly thing to do.” John made his over to the corner of the heavy metal door. At first he looks back on the women then slowly turns his head to the French assassin. “So what is it you came to speak to me about? To wish me goodnight?” “I just wanted you to know things are working out just fine. Now that you’re behind this door and locked securely inside, it might continue going well. You know I am really going to miss having you stalk me like you did and it’s a shame your talents are going to be wiped out in a glorious moment.” “Yeah. I bet you’re really excited over that.” “Look, Barn. Tomorrow the jet will be winging its way over the Soviet Union. Van Dorne wants you to witness her glorious moment before either she or I do away with you. Hopefully she will allow me the honors.” John’s eyes roll slowly to face the Frenchman. “I hate to disappoint you but the

honors will be all hers. She and I have much more in common in the way of International hide-and-seek than you do.”

“I would give a damn as long as it is done. I would like you to be there and see the look on your face when you realize you failed this so-called mission, along with you unfortunate partner.” “I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Than again. I don’t have much choice in the matter, do I?” “You can say that and so poetically.” Clardaire turns to walk away then pauses to look back on the window. “You know. That’s another thing I am going to miss about you. Your smart mouth and defiant mannerism. That should be placed on your headstone. Here lays a man quick with a wise crack and a weakness for women. Fixing, no?” “Spare me.” Georgio chuckles on his way along the corridor. Fernardez listens to the sound of Georgio’s footsteps until they fade in the distance. Peering around the corners of the window, John soon turns his attention on the women before facing outward again. For a moment there is silence, except for the rustling in the corner of the room by the blankets handed to them. Some of the female crew were wrapping blankets around themselves for comfort from the drift seeping in the open area. He continues looking outward when a soft voice cuts that silence. “I can see you and Clardaire go a long way back.” Roberts remarks, slowly moving through the darkness then stopping next to him. “We have to find a way out of here. I guess not so much us but for you.” “That sounds good in theory but how is the question.” John’s eyes glance on the shelves filled with small airplane parts but not anything to pry their prison door open. Moments later Helda Gershaw moves quietly next to Roberts rubbing her eyes. She makes the suggestion of using a hair pin on the door’s lock, something John hadn’t thought of asking for. “You know we don’t carry such things, Helda. That’s not something suggested we have. Besides. We weren’t preparing for a fashion show.”

Fernardez. “That’s a shame. You all would do well and I am not just looking at your bodies.” “But you have at one time of another.” Jean smiled. Roberts, shaking her head with one hand in front of her, faces the agent. “I know what you’re about to say. Most women have small things like that but in this case it was not thought of as a useful item.” “What would make me think you would have one? Actually, I was about to tell Helda she watches too many movies.” “Look, Mr. Barn. I hate to say this or be a damper on the subject. But there’s no way in hell we’re going to get out of this room.” “There is always a way of getting out of something, either directly or indirectly.” John continues his search in what light that was available in his surroundings. The power was controlled by and outside connection leaving just enough lighting to move about. “With all of this shit in this room, if you pardon my expression, there’s got to be something in here that will work in our favor.”

Helda turns back to the corner of the room where she had been sleeping. “When you two find a way let me know. I think there’s no much more you can do but sleep on it. Something I am about to finish doing, right now.” “She’s right. Why don’t you just sleep on it for now?” Roberts also returns to the corner where she and Chin were bedded. Fernardez soon curls up in another part of the room just under one of the windows on the far end of the room. It was the only place he could find where he wouldn’t disturb the others and he hadn’t thoughts of sleeping alone. Ever few minutes or so John would hear the movement of one of the women as they position themselves for comfort, on the semi-carpeted section of the floor. It was some time later Paula Winslow made her way toward him. Moving the blanket slightly she crawls beneath it and inch closer to the Latin agent. “What’s the problem, can’t sleep?”

“No. I thought it was you who couldn’t sleep.” Paula replies. “I just thought you might want company. You seem to be taking this ordeal alone.” John couldn’t see it, but Winslow was slightly smiling. He was hesitant in his actions and it took some doing to finally make his move. Fernardez hand slowly wraps around the woman’s shoulders then draws her in closer. She was warm, pleasantly so and it felt comforting. “In a way you’re right. With O’Brian’s death the others see me as a plague. As far as the company you are right about that to, it was getting a little chilly.” “That man was right.” John looks down on his night visitor. “He said you were quick with your wit. Let me ask you this. Are you afraid, James?” Looking into his face. “Sure. If I wasn’t I would be a fool not to be. The question is, are you? I can say this much about your fears it keeps you from making too many mistakes. You have a better choice than I do at this point. At least you have the option of living one way or another.” “That can be just as scary as knowing you’re not going to live at all.” Winslow whispers. She places her head closer to his chest then snuggles her body in the blanket as his hand rubs her shoulder. The winds outside start picking up tree branches knock against the side of the building, taping it as if they were asking to enter. The chill night air finds more than its share of cracks and openings in the room. John heard on occasion men moving about in the corridor outside his prison room. A few hours by the trees were still taping against the window and the side of the structure. Both he and Paula were sleeping in each other’s arms but for some reason Fernardez woke to a different sound. It wasn’t the knocking on the window and not that of the tree branches against the building’s exterior but more like someone trying to get his attention. He wasn’t the only one who noticed it Paula did to. She slowly opens her eyes then looks upward at Fernardez. “So you hear it to?” He asks. “Yes. Is it the guards?” The tapping was soft and this time with a rhythm. John releases his gentle hold one his female companion and slid his body along the wall underneath the drafty window. Paula soon lifts herself to her feet then stands peering out only to see nothing but darkness and the flickering of lights from the complex. “It maybe a field mouse who found his way inside.” John

remarks, with his back to the window. “With the wind like it is. I wouldn’t blame them.”

Paula turns to face the window again and this time she saw more than just darkness. She slowly backs into him then nudges the small of his back to get his attention. “There’s someone out there.” “More guards I would imagine. Here, let me take a look.” John saw nothing outside. He reaches around her waist and gently crouches down as they both move worked slowly in the direction of the lower section of the small window. For a moment the couple knelt underneath it facing each other listening. “James. James are you in there?” A whispering voice remarks. John slides himself up along the wall then stops inches from the dusty window, before speaking. He whispers. “Friend or foe?”. “Friend, God dammit. I have been looking for you and Ellis for week. What the hell is going on and what the hell are you doing in there?” “It would seem obvious. I am a freak’in hostage and not doing what I would like to be doing.” Looking at Windslow with a half smile on his face. She returns the smiles know what he would have had in mind. “As for what’s going on. Van Dorne plans to hit a Soviet supply plane heading to Yaroslavi Russia.” Yarlin. “Where is Edward?” “When?” “Sometime tomorrow, if the weather holds up. If you know how much that supply means to those people you know you have to do whatever you can to stop it.” John uses a twenty gallon fuel can to gain more height before inching his way to the window ledge. “Did you call your agency?” “Yes. I talked to Benton.” “Benton’s a good man. He’ll send more agents out to help.”

“That part is a negative. Benton said he can’t spare any men on this assignment. In fact the agency was preparing to scrub the whole thing, even with you and Ellis not ed for.” John’s mouth drops. Paula could hear the anger in Yarlin’s voice even through it was a whisper. “They got us to do this crap and you mean they can’t at least send a team to get us out? What about the German authorities? Somebody has to be on standby, like our friend, Captain Le Von.” “Barn. The only thing I can say is that Captain Le’Von is the only who is willing to help, but he to can’t get his people involve at this point. There has to be something pretty dramatic to have that happen.” “I would think this is dramatic enough.” Paula. “Well, somebody better get involve. If what this woman has in mind goes through, the Germans, the US and the other countries are all going to be the focus of attention.” “She’s right, Yarlin. Do what you can. Call your agency again and tell them to stop fart’in around and do something. If they don’t act on it call Le’Van and let him know. This is no time to play diplomatic bullshit.” “What about you and the women?” John glances at Winslow briefly. “As far as they are concern, they’re okay. As for me…”

“Okay, James I get the picture.” Yarlin turns looking on the grounds. “I got to get the hell out of here. They have patrols covering this place like flies on shit.” Yarlin prepares to slip from the window when John gives out with a soft whistle “Yarlin. If you can’t do anything with the Captain get in connect with, Otterman, General Blackman or Brigadier General Cromwall of British Intelligence.” “Thanks for all the choices. Now I don’t know who to call first. Mr. Barn. I am not going to forget you. I’ll be back as soon as I can with help of some kind.”

“If not it’s been a pleasure. Just in case you can I hope you can make it by tomorrow. Stop that plane from being hit and that will give me some time on life. Now go get the hell out of here you’re my only hope.” Yarlin disappears in the darkness just as quietly as he came. John and Paula slide to the floor wrapping themselves in the blanket once more. Some minutes by before Winslow speaks. “Do you think he can do it? You know… bring help in time?” “So far he hasn’t failed me yet. If he stops Van Dorne’s little scheme he would have made my day or what is left of it.” The sound of pealing tires and a high powered engine, cuts the silence of the night some distance away from the complex as Karoll speeds off in the direction of the township. He had less than the time he needed to do what Fernardez had instructed him to do. It was almost three o’clock in the morning, too early to call the German Air base for Captain Le’Van but never too late or too early to get in connect with his agency or John’s. The choice was clear, Price or Otterman would be the first suggestion General Blackman and General Cromwall would be secondary. With cell phone in hand the young agent dials between making hair raising turns at speeds of fifty miles an hour. His first call was NSA Headquarters in Fort Meade Maryland. Yarlin took a chance at reaching Otterman at that time of night or someone in the Data Collections Division would be available, that someone was Agent Ron Torrez. Torrez was seated at one of the computer cubicles with stacks of paper work in front of him. He and several other agents were on standby and had practically lived in the office for two shifts. Soon he hears a female colleague call his name and he turns hands pose over several computer keys. “Hey, Torrez. I think you better handle this one. It’s one of Price’s agents and he wants to talk to the Chief. I don’t want to get my ass chewed out for taking the responsibly of directing it.” “Gee, thanks. You’re so good to me. Transfer it to my phone. It’s probably nothing to worry the Chief about and might be able to handle it myself.” Looking on the phone next to him, then picking it up. Ron clears his throat his head cradling the phone between his shoulders and ear. “This is the office of Mr. Meade. Who is this?”

“Let’s just cut the crap, shall we. This is Agent Karoll Yarlin of Central Intelligence. Oh and by the way this is a secured called.” Slowing the car to a comfortable speed and holding his cell phone outward. “I was instructed to inform you about the Zodiac.” “What.” Ron leans over his desk glancing around the room for a few minutes before turning his full attention to the conversion. “Look. One of your agents is in trouble. James Barn. I don’t have time to fart around. I am in a speeding car and he and the female crew of the jet are hostages. I need more men, ASAP.”

“Where are you?” “, about twenty miles from the AeroTech base. I don’t have the time to go further into details.” Yerlin makes a sharp right turn then pulls to the side of the road. “I can get this type of answer and questioning from my own agency. Believe me I have. If you want to end this International mayhem, get me some help.” “Now, hold on. I will see what I can do.” Yerlin talks quickly but slowly enough for Torrez to catch on to the urgency of the matter. After the young agent explains he is given suggestions before Ron committed himself to relay the message. Karoll makes another call this time to his own agency making with another subordinate member only to explains his needs again. John and the women had a fairly restful night considering the conditions in which they slept. The next day comes with the sound of birds and movement close to the storage room. Fernardez and the women could hear men talking and vehicle on the outside making their way to and from the hangar across from their prison room. “Looks like things are about to come alive around here, again.” Corgio said, looking out the window, then turning to the corner where John and Paula were lying. “Hey, you two. Did you hear what I just said? They’re preparing to take the Zodiac from the hangar bay.”

Winslow. “Yes, we heard you, Liz.” Slowly move from beneath Fernardez’s arm and standing to her feet. “It’s not something the both of us are really excited in about.” Fernardez. “Nevertheless, we need to know what’s happening.” He stands next to the Hispanic woman then soon turns briefly her way. “It’s early in the morning. They must be getting ready to make their move on the supply plane. I expected they would use the wee hours of the day to prepare themselves.” Roberts. “So what can we do about it? We’re stuck in here.” Roberts moves toward them with arms crossed. She likes some of the other women were now excepting the fact things were starting to look a little dim. “It’s not likely your friend is able to stop any of this madness in time. His deadline was too short a notice.” “If he could get in touch with his agency or mine this morning a call to the Soviet Embassy can do a lot to ruin this madness.” John looks back on the female pilot. “That’s something I’m hoping for and it will give me some more time.” Steward. “Time for what, Mr. Barn?” “Finding a way out of this place. Freedom, if any of you women are interested. I have two goals in mind. One is to kill that French bastard. The other goal is making sure your countries are well informed of your involvement. If anyone has any objections to those goals, let me hear it.” “I don’t know about the rest of you.” Corgio turns to face the others her face frowning in anger. Her voice then softens as she expresses herself. “I have no intentions of living in some place other than Madrid. Now, if Mr. Barn can come up with an idea then I am all for it. Of course we have to approve of it, first.” “Fair enough. I could use a woman’s opinion or should I say several women’s opinions.” Fernardez’s eyes scan the room. Jean continued standing with her arms folded as some of her crew took several other stances, but their focus was still on the Latin agent.

Meanwhile, in the complex control room. Van Dorne and Clardaire stand watching the monitors while they keep in with the four pilots aboard the jet. The Zodiac was quickly approaching Russian air space undetected by the Soviets and neighboring countries around it. “This should prove very interesting, Mr. Clardaire. Since everything has gone well, so far.” “What about Barn? Don’t you want him to see this?” “Oh of course. However. I would rather make sure the jet is over the target, first. I want Barn to see the final installment of the plan. For people like him it’s best to see the look on their faces when they goals have failed. it gives me a feeling of a long awaited pleasure.” “When do you plan to take care of him?” Clardaire’s eyes were still on the screen with his head next to her. He faces Ingrid briefly as he speaks. “I like to see the face of my victims before their time is up and the gun next to their heads.” “You have this crude way of doing things, Mr. Clardaire but still it’s something I rather ire about you. Let’s just say when I have decided to take care of business. I will let you come up with a way of doing it and I will let you know.” She then turns again to one of the men at the controls then tells him to the pilots. The voice of one of the men is heard loud and clear, as if he was in the room. Van Dorne asks if they are far from the Russian base the answer is short in coming. “We are about 22,000 miles from the supply base. What would you have us do wait for the plane to leave or strike as it makes its way over the site?” “It would be best if we strike when it is in flight. Wait until it comes near Moscow it will give a little more flair and excitement.” Ingrid checks her watch. “In two and a half hours the plane should be making its run. You know what to do once you have hit it.” “Yes, Ms. Van Dorne. Keep out of reach of their Migs.” “Peristyle, keep in when you have reached the target area, I want to see

everything on those cameras.” WASHINGTON DC, THE PENTAGON BUILDING. Chief Richard Price and Chief Francis Otterman meet after a conference gathering with the heads of the Security Department for once the two men come to an agreement. Otterman’s eyes were fixed on the other as they made their way from the room. He then moves closer to his CIA rival of many years. “I got a call from one of your staff late last night, Richard. One of my agents reported to me some hours after taking the call.” “You mean Agent Yarlin?” “No. Another staff member but it was in reference to Agent Yarlin. I take it he called you, as well?” “I did receive a call. Probably from the same staff member who called you. He explained the matter but not in detail.” Richard Price answers. “Sorry about the British agent. I was not informed the British were involved directly.” “Thanks. The Brigadier General would like to hear that coming from you. Look. If you need more help on this, since we both have men on this assignment. I can deal with that part of it.” “I take it you’ve started some sort of move, all ready.” Price remarks.

“You can say that.” Otterman glances on his watch. “I have a friend of a friend working on it as we speak. He knows someone in who might possible help. But in case he can’t I can have some others do so.” Price gently places his hand on Otterman’s shoulder then guides him down the hall as he speaks. “Frank. I really don’t have the manpower. Well. The thing is I have it but not to spare. At first it was thought Agent Barn and his friend was dead. Now we know differently. That’s a plus.” “You’re doing something covertly somewhere else? Is that what you’re saying?” “Yes. My superiors want me to deal with this. His foot is so far up my butt I have

to do something.” Frank paused in the center of the hallway then leans closer. “Look, Richard. Any other time I would say you’re full of shit but this time I would be glad to take this matter over. You just do what you have to do and let me take care of it. There is one thing, however.” “What’s that?” Otterman turns to walk away then back again smiling. “Don’t ask me how I did it or who I have involved. Agreed?” Price stands dumbfounded and silence with that Franklin continues walking away. John glances on his watch as if he was expecting someone or something to happen at that instance. He could hear the women whispering amongst themselves on the far side of the room and seemingly holding a serious conversion. Some minutes later footsteps are heard approaching toward his storage room prison. From the sound of it there were at least three men heading his way and as he peers out of the corner of the small window in the door, John finally gets sight of them. “Hey, Barn. here’s your last super. I hope this meets with your approval.” One men remarks, holding a tray of food while the others push a cart filled with more trays of food. Fernardez moves closer to the door still focusing his attention outside of it. The guard’s next remark was in some way stupid in John opinion. With less time on his hands than ever it would be obvious what the agent was thinking. “So what were you doing over there thinking of way to escape?” “If there is a way. Yes.” John’s word emerged casually. “If you were in there how would you do it?” “You know Clardaire was right about you. You continue having a sense of humor to the very end. I have never met a man like you.” John leaning against the door with arms crossed. “If you live long enough you might meet more. Besides. Humor helps keep me calm enough to figure out problems.” “Your problem solving days are about to end. Just move away from the door and let me feed the others, Barn. don’t worry I’ll live long enough to see you dead. Maybe, you’re humor will fade when you see the end nearing.” John slowly moves from the door. the two armed guards slide the cart making sure there

were no unseen moves that would cause Fernardez’s success in leaving. “Now, eat up ladies. The madam wants you to remain healthy. As for you’re concern, Barn. She would care less.”

“I can see that much with the stuff she had you bring on this plate. Tell me something, that’s if you know. has Van Dorne put her plan into action yet? I would like to be there when it takes place.” As the two guards sit the covered platters along the dusty selves and move off one guard answers smiling. “Hey, don’t worry. she and Clardaire are watching the screens now. I would give that jet another few hours to reach its destination And trust me. She’ll have you a front row seat. I am suppose to come back and get you later.” As the door closes Fernardez quickly makes his way in its direction then looks out to see the three men still walking away. “I hope you friend is as good as you say he is. this doesn’t look too good.” Paula’s remarks caught his ear. “I’m hoping he is to for both out sakes and if not in a few hours you girls willn’t have much of a choice in where you live. Now, go ahead and eat.” “What about you?” “I think I’ll . Shit I can’t tell what this stuff it. For all I know this is my last supper.” He looks on the platter that was separated from the others. It appeared as if the person who prepared it had run his or her hands through it making his meal look like gravy train dog food. Somewhere in England a cargo plane without markings takes off on an unscheduled flight onboard are several men armed to the teeth with special equipment. They are part of Otterman’s Elite Special Forces know as the CATT team, Covert Agent Tactical Team whose skills range in various ways. Leading them is one of Brigadier General Cromwall’s Agents, Sergeant Fairbanks also a member to the team. He stands with rifle in hand making sure each and every part is in order. The men seated along the netted benches did the same as Fairbanks speaks.

“Okay, chaps. You know the drill. Our goal is to extract our agents out of harms way a goal we all are willing to live back and die for. We have already lost one man and there are two others to consider. One agent is a hostage, Agent Barn. The other Agent needs us as a back-up.” “Is that the only reason for the mission?” One man asks as he looks up from his weapon. “Isn’t that enough? To answer your question in depth and this is our little briefing. There’s a supply plane heading for an outpost in Russia and this jet everyone has been looking for is about to strike it. We need to put an end to the whole matter before it gets ugly.” “Intercept a jet? That should be pretty easy I would think.” “The AeroTech project jet is what we’re about to intercept.” Fairbanks looks about the interior of the cargo plane. “I don’t think that can happen with this crate. He lays his rifle along the side the bench seat. “We know where the Zodiac is based and that base is our prime target. From our sources in the base was taken over and this bloody jet concealed right under the German authorities’ noses.”

The loud rumbling of the cargo plane’s engines through its howl interior muffled only by the few stacks of crates and other supplies, made the briefing difficult for the British Sergeant. He did however add details explaining the hesitation on the part of the German Government in acting further in their investigation effort in finding the super jet. “Now, chaps. Let’s get this mission rowing and make sure your equipment is in fine working order. We have less than a few hours of flight time left.”

THE RUSSIAN AIR BASE, SOMEWHERE BETWEEN MOSCOW AND YAROSLAVL. The supply plane scheduled for its mission of mercy is loaded to its full capacity with needed supplies. Inside the base’s control tower one of the workers has just finished talking on the phone to someone in the upper echelon. The soldier slowly hangs the phone up then turns to another member urging him

out to the air field. Looking outward on the field he watches as the man stops the loading process and it wasn’t long before supply crew continue loading the plane with the lead member returning to the tower. “The supplies go as plan.” The man replies as the control tower supervisor looks on the field. The phone rings again and he answers looking on the plane as its props start to turn. “Yes. I understand. Are you sure this is the right thing to do at this time? Yes. I can. It will be but a few minutes before they can lift off.” With the young supply handler still standing next to him the control tower superior pauses to listen to the voice on the other end of the line his eyes glance momentarily on the young man then on the desk loaded with papers and telephone numbers of the departments on the base. “Yes, Comrade. I can have him dispatch at least four of them.” He hangs up, turning to the young soldier he sends him off again, this time to a building across from the tower. Again he watches from the window, as the young man rushes off across the field to the huge building, then settles back in his chair. “I hope for they sake, that they don’t try this thing.” The Zodiac was less than two hours away from its rendezvous site the four men inside look it fix their sights on the monitors to see the Russian plane making its way along the borders of its countryside. With interference from cloud cover they fail to notice four Mig jets moving in not far behind and it was later as they descend from their high altitude to begin their deadly attack. When the Soviet jets were spotted a call is made to the complex for further instructions. “This is the Zodiac to base. There are four Migs fighter jets tailing our target. What do you wish us to do, continue the assault?” Van Dorne takes control of the monitor camera’s controls and moves to several views of Russian air space where the super jet was now flying. “That’s impossible. How could they have known or expect something like this?” She turns to the French assassin standing by her side. “Somehow, someone has informed but I have come too far to let anything like this stop me.” “You intend to go through with it?”

“Of course, Mr. Clardaire. It just could be possible we are worrying a bit too soon. After, all. This could be just a precautionary method. Those supplies are greatly needed.” Ingrid again turns her attention on the four pilots. “Go ahead with the attack as plan. We have enough ways of stopping those fighters from delaying us. Use whatever means you must use to get the job done, then return here.” “I have one suggestion, Ms. Van Dorne.” “And what is that, Mr. Clardaire?” “Barn. Let me question him. He either has someone working amongst us giving out information or has found a way of relaying it. I just have that feeling.” “Yes, so do I now that you mentioned. I don’t care how you do it find out who it is.” Georgio smiles then quickly departs the room. As his hand reaches for the door knob Van Dorne calls out. “I still don’t want him killed just yet. He is to witness this in all of its finest glory, before his death.” “I will do my best not to kill him.” Again the Frenchman gives a devious smile then slowly pulls the door closed behind him. The pilots of the Zodiac continue on course. They were skilled enough to know what to do in the event of reprisals, being veterans in the service themselves. With monitors fixed on their target the men see the notice the opportunity to strike as the plane slowly comes into range. Althought the Zodiac was never a craft of war it could still disable the controls of any plane or fighter jet either in pursue or fleeing its path and that was in its favor. Swooping down like a bird of prey the super jet engages the electronic jamming device and the Soviet plane stalls for a moment. It then seemingly plunges downward with the four Mig fighters staying close by. One of the men thought he known his benefactor’s train of thought wanted to make sure of their success and orders those with him to follow closely on the plunging cargo plane… that order was a wrong move. One of the Migs who caught a glimpse of the super jet closes the gap behind the ill fated plane and the Zodiac. Several missiles are launched and caught on one of the Zodiac’s camera by the main pilots who pulls the throttles of the super jet back full coursing it to suddenly rise. “What are you doing?” The member looks on his pilot in anger. “We can avoid

those missiles. We have to make sure the plane is destroyed you fool.” “No. Don’t you be a fool. There are four Mig jets on our ass and this is not the time to play the hero or get cocky. We did what we can do and if not we don’t return. Now, let’s get the hell out while we still can.” Van Dorne also sees what has happen. On the screen she notices the plane plunging downward and the second screen shows the fighters moving in, then firing another set of heat seeking missiles coming closer than before. “Bring that jet in you fools. You have done your work that’s all I asked of you. Now bring that jet in here before you get killed or lose it.”

Her advice comes in a nick of time with some relief for the main pilot who feared he had failed. As one of the missiles barely misses the project’s jet the copilot dispatches a series of bright flares diverting the speeding projectiles then with throttles pulled back full the Zodiac rockets upward out of the reach of both the Soviet jets and radar. Van Dorne listens to the Russian pilots on the Soviet frequency to hear the outcome of their deed it was something she could hear quite well in the control room. After several minutes of listening to the Russian transmissions, Ingrid Van Dorne becomes enraged with the men. She turns to one her female escorts, Anita and orders her to get Clardaire. Georgio and two others stand in front of the storage room door. It was Georgio who peeps inside the door’s window to see John huddled in the corner with Paula Winslow and the other women. Seconds later Fernardez noticed the Frenchman watching “Okay, Clardaire. What is it now? Don’t tell me this is finally it.” “Maybe, this time. Ms. Van Dorne is requesting your presents and she’s not in the best of moods.” “She never is.” “No one is with you around. Actually, I came to do an inquiry. There is a small matter of four Soviet jets being alerted to our plans.” Clardaire motion to one of the men who moves to the door, then slowly opens it. “Don’t act funny, Barn. You and I are going to have a little talk just like the ones we’ve had before. I was instructed to leave a little piece of you for Ms. Van

Dorne. I couldn’t promise her how much of you would be left.” Paula places her hand on John’s arm then moves closer to him and looks into his eyes. She was not the only one who got an idea what was about to happen. John gives a slight smile patting Winslow’s hand before facing his French rival. The others feared John Fernardez days were up and they would have to figure out other means of escaping not death but the uncertain choices given them. Winslow. “What is he going to do?” Holding onto Fernardez arm as if she was losing something of value. “I would be a fool to say it’s nothing to worrying about but he and I have gone through this at least twice already.” John turns to the smiling Frenchman then back again. “The thing is that all of you are safe. They wouldn’t harm you if you do what they say.” “That’s just it. What will they say next?” Corgio’s Spanish accent was heard from across the room. “Once they do away with you, if you pardon me saying it that way. There could be no further need for us.” “I told you. That’s where you’re wrong.” John cut his eyes on the Frenchman again before being pulled from Paula Winslow’s side. The two men with Georgio manage to successfully pull John from Paula’s grip and the other women move in closer. Half way down the hall Georgio encounters, Anita standing in the center of the corridor waiting. She whispers something in Georgio’s ear and he smiles never speaking a word. It’s not long before John is face to face with Van Dorne still steaming mad over what she has heard over the Soviet airway. Fernardez. “You wanted to see me?”

“Yes, Mr. Barn I do. It seems for some reason the plane heading for Yaroslavi found another route. We have been duped I believe the phase is. Do you know anything about that?” “You mean you went on without me?” John asks, sarcastically. “Damn. I wanted to see everything from start to finish.”

“I don’t have time for your humor or stupidity. Who is working with you and how did the Russian find out about the planned attack?” “You killed the person who was with me.” “I killed one man but knowing you. You have someone else who has more than likely escaped our notice. There was a young man accompanying your British friend. Where is he?” “Have no idea. You have to I have been your guest for a few days so I would know much about what is happening on the outside.” Anita, who was close to him, turns her back briefly then spins suddenly around kicking Fernardez in the face. His is picked from the floor by his two male guards then kicked again in the stomach. Winded and now badly bruised the Latin agent is held firmly in place as Van Dorne continues. “Let me just inform you of something. The targeted plane with its Soviet escort was a decoy. I heard it over the airway after the plane started to descend.” “You killed an innocent crew of men. That must have made your day.” “The plane was not destroyed. In fact, it regained control later and continued on hoping the Zodiac would follow. I called it back. It seems someone tipped the Soviets off. That can only mean one thing, someone is still alive is working with you. Who is it? What’s their name and where are they?” “Would you believe I don’t know?” Suddenly, he feels the sharp pain of being struck on his injured shoulder. This was Clardaire’s time to shine and he takes the full advantage of it. “She’s not going to ask you again, Barn and nor will I. Now who the f… k is working with you?” “You were always one for waiting for your rivals to weaken before showing your muscle. I hate to disappoint you but I really don’t know who put damper on our little plans.” “Come now, Barn. What about the was a young man who came here some days ago. is he one of your agents or not? It’s a very simple question.”

“I am sure it is. I don’t know where he is.” John looks on Anita and Clardaire, still holding his shoulder. “Just because he came with my friend it doesn’t mean I know him. If anything you should have asked the man you killed. You’ve had several visitors come and go.” “Mr. Clardaire. take our guest here somewhere suited to your likely then keep trying to convince him we mean business.” “It will be my pleasure.” “What about the show? Do I get a chance to see a retake?” “You have ruined the major portion of my planning, Barn. Any retakes will be like this one you’re now going through. Clardaire. I still want my share of this over confident clown for myself. You can make him uncomfortable but don’t kill him.” “What about this other man he knows of?” “Have some men cowl the nearest village for him. When we find him then we can deal with him and Barn.”

With a sudden tug Clardaire lifts his hostage to his feet then carts him off followed by two guards. Ingrid stands watching as both men then crosses her arms as she turns to her accomplices in front of the monitors. “Tell the pilots to rendezvous back here this evening. I thinks it’s time to move this operation somewhere a little less in the line light. I want anything and everything that can be moved ready to go. I have no doubts the German authorities will start to be a pain with what has happened.” “What about the staff here?” One of the men asks. “If anyone gets too nosey about what’s going on kill them, every worker in the building. “What about Teshem?” “That includes him as well. he is no use to me, now. He served his purpose.”

The plane carrying Otterman’s elite forces lands on the air base where, Captain Le’Van was stationed. he and several soldiers approach with questionable looks on their faces. Fairbanks is the first to emerge from the huge aircraft dressed in full combat gear. There were twelve of Otterman’s agents and five of Fairbanks men following not far behind him when he approached Le’Van. “I am, Captain Hons Le’Van.” The German salutes and receives on in return from the Englishman. “I was not told you would arrival. My country has sanctioned any actions you and your men are preparing to make. I hope your journey was not too long.” “You can say we were in the neighborhood and decided to drop in.” Fairbanks replies. “A friend of yours told us to see you for a favor. That’s if you can do it, of course.” Otterman’s men and those of Fairbanks could see Le’Van turning to the main building on the air base, there was something being planned and he didn’t want the others on the base to know. The Sergeant nods his head then turns to the others with him and waves them over. Officer Bell, Otterman’s lead team member stands close to the Englishman waiting to hear what was say between him and the German Captain. Fairbanks. “Listen up. It took some convincing for us to be here so we better act on this and hope we get good results.” “Sir.” Bell’s eyes cut on both men. “The Captain just said his country gave the okay on this. So what could be the problem?” “Actually, finding the jet is the problem. is giving one last try before demanding we search somewhere else. They’re getting a little pissed off with the world looking on them in a freak’in microscope.” “The events lead here, if you would pardon me saying so.” Bell’s glance on Captain Hons Le’Van was clearly noticed by the German. “Even so, my friend. As the Sergeant said. There must to be good results from this operation you are about to engage in. I have done my best to accommodate a member of your military, with limitations and it took some doing to finally get totally involved.” Fairbanks. “And we appreciate that.” Slipping his assault rifle on his shoulder. “If we find the Zodiac here then we know for sure there’s something fishy on the

AeroTech base.” “Hell. If we find Agent Yarlin then that small matter will be solved, Sergeant. He’s the one who started the wheels to his operation in motion and he should have proof.” The three men work their way from the noisy surroundings of the cargo plane to one of Captain Le’Van’s barracks. There he and the team would map out their strategy

Clardaire took pride in his work. Fernardez was half beaten and holding his shoulder that became the main target of Georgio’s torturous interrogation. He had gotten no more answers than what John had said before, which didn’t matter. it was the task of seeing how much pain Clardaire could inflict on the agent that gave the French assassin pleasure. “You know, Barn. If I had my way you would have some broken ribs and a few broken limbs when I was finished with you. This is just a small simple of what could have been in store.” “I’m glad you don’t.” John groaned, looking up from the floor. “Is this what you did to Wesmore before you killed him?” “I am glad you bought him up. This is exactly what I did and it felt good. I had no restrictions to deal with Westmore. For you it’s different. I would feel better if I could kill you now. But that would take the funny out of things for the misses, wouldn’t it?” “Go f… k yourself, Georgio. You’re just another flunky in her eyes and my.” Clardaire lashes out with a balled fist his target, John’s jaw. The force of the blow lands John on the floor hard with his hands still bound behind him. It took all he had to recover from the blow and Georgio saw that. “Barn. This is a waste of my time but when the time is right. I promise you I will make it worth my while. We’ll find your other friend and when we do, she will deal with you both.” The Frenchman then turns to one of the guards standing beside him and instructs him to take Fernardez back to the storage room with the female hostages.

The Latin agent could barely walk every mussel in his body aches from the beating he received. This was nothing compared to what he had been through with Georgio in his last mission. John is tossed inside with the other hostages who heard the rusting door give the sound of door in a mausoleum. Paula and Chin were the first to approach the badly beaten agent and render help. Chin. “That butchers. Is there anything broken, Mr. Barn?” “Just my pride.” He utters. Fernardez had to choose between his shoulder and other parts of his body to hold as he kneels on the floor with, Chin and Mattie do their best to help him stand. Roberts. “I don’t want to seem insensitive in my question. What happened with the plane?” “Yarlin did what I asked him to and somehow succeed. They sent a decoy plane with escorts to make it seem like the real thing. I suppose the other plane found a safer age and that’s why, Van Dorne is so upset.” Winslow. “Now, what?” “I might have gotten my ass kicked but at least I have more time on my hands. I want some of you to look around this room. There’s got to be something we can use to get that door open. We need to be out of here before the night rows in.” “If not?” “Dammit, Jean.” Helda yells. “If you’re not going to be positive in speaking, then don’t speak at all. Mr. Barn’s life is at stake and out got damn future as well. Help find something to work with or stay out of the way.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

JUST LIKE STAR WARS

The women quickly turn to the shelves moving what was obviously no use to them and searching for some type of tool to pry the door or pick the lock. In the meantime, Roberts and Winslow tend to John’s injuries and listen out for the sound of anyone walking the hallways. Chin’s eyes turn to several cans of some kind reddish oil, tucked in the far corner of a shelf. She says nothing to the others as she slowly reaches for them but it was Corgio who noticed her crew member’s strange behavior. “What the hell are you doing.” “How good can you act?” Chin Wang asks. “I can do a little pretending but that doesn’t answer my question. What are you doing with that can?” Chin looks around the room then tucks the small pint size can behind her and moves off with Corgio not far behind. “Look. This is the right color for what I need. All I need from you is to act as if it’s real when the time comes.” Corgio. “I don’t know what this is all about but if it gets us out of here, you’re on.” “I hope this works. If not we can kiss our asses’ good-bye.” Wang opens the container smearing a little of the oily substance on her before working her way to the dark side of the room. There were several dull tools badly in need of sharpening settled on the shelves and most likely overlooked as weapons by the women’s captures. Chin’s mind race on the idea she had in mind and she smiles to herself knowing it could be realistic in theory. Some hours later the Zodiac and the four pilots return to the complex during the evening hours and settled on the airfield not far from the hangar. Van Dorne and her female escorts along with guards, walk out to meet them as they made their way to the main building. Clardaire continues standing in the door way with his

arms folded and legs crossed. “Mr. Clardaire. I want to start getting whatever needs to be moved out of here. Anything that might link the attacks to my organization and me. It is getting a little too hot around here for my liking.” “Do you want the jet positioned beneath the hangar floor?” “I will let it be for now. As for Mr. Barn. I think it’s time for his departure as a guest of ours.” This was just what Georgio wanted to hear and it was the perfect time to dispose of his rival. “Do you have something in mind?” He asks. Georgio’s eyes following the leather clad women accompanying Van Dorne as they by him in the door way. “I thought you wanted to take care of that little detail of course I would be glad to do it for you.” “That’s what I always thought. There’s no special way I just want it done. I know you are inventive, so put any ideas you have to work.” “Good. I will have some men bring him here and that way you can see the bastard die for yourself.” He turns to two guards then waving them in the direction of the building. “Meanwhile. I would like to help in any other plans you may have.”

The engines of the jet were still running as it sets a few yards from the hangar area. There was still one pilot onboard waiting for further instructions and making sure the equipment was still in working order. John and the women could see it from the window of their prison room where Yarlin had made his appearance. With blue-red flames heating the air behind it and causing a rippling effect the Zodiac stood in the darkness silhouetted beneath the pale moonlight. Chin lies on the floor with Corgio standing over her silently in whatever they were doing and unnoticed by the women. The sound of the door opening and the glimmer of light casks the shadows of the two women when the guards enter. They entered cautiously with guns drawn. “Okay, Barn. This is it. No more f… k’in around this time.” One man remarks waving his gun to the entrance way. “You have all the time you’re going to get

and now that time has come.” “Are you sure of it this time? Like I said. I’ve heard that phase before from someone more important than yourself. “Yeah, I’m sure of it.” “What about Van Dorne? I am sure she wants the honors of seeing me off.” Just then his partner glances on Chin lying on the floor with, Corgio, who starts weeping softly, still standing over her. His face shows a suddenly concern and he nudges his fellow guardsman. There is panic amongst both men and for a brief instant they forget about why they had come there. “Hey, man. I think we have a suicidal bitch over there. She must have cut her throat from the way it looks.” The other guard turns in horror. Chin Wang being of Asian ancestry and stereotyped with death before dishonor, was thought to have had committed suicide. The guards motion their hostages to the side, along with Corgio. “She must have just done it, there’s blood all over the f… king place.” Only Corgio was aware of the incident the others, including Fernardez, were not informed of Wang’s actions. The guards stand over Chin’s body and notice the thick red substance around the woman’s chest and throat. It was smeared from her body and almost to the center of the room. Not far from where she laid was a small dull tool beside her and in the guard’s mind there were no doubts it was the object she used to cause her injuries. “Van Dorne is not going to like this and as far as you are concern, Barn. She might take this out on you.” Both men were now facing all of their hostages on the far side of the room, forgetting Chin Wang still lying still on the floor. Suddenly, the communications officer springs to her feet with the tool in hand and placing it quickly against one of the guard’s throat. The second guard who was still taken by surprise soon realizes he is out numbered and defenseless to aid his fellow guardsman. It took the other women and John some time to realize their now had the upper hand, with Wang demanding her second capture toss his weapon or have his partner killed. “It seems our little communications officer found us a way out of here.”

Fernardez remarks, as he slowly moves forward in the direction of the second guard. The man was still holding on to his gun John extends his hand and the guard hesitatingly hands it over. “If you would be so kind. I would like that. Not if you favor your friend’s life we willn’t waste time in following directions. I think the young lady, at this point, is quite able to kill if necessary.” “What are you going to do, Barn? There is no possible way you and these women will get out of here, alive.”

“Just getting out of this room is a starter.” Fernardez motion him and his partner to the floor. After finding what little cord the women could find they tire their prisoners to one of the shelves while Chin uses some old rages as gags making sure both guards weren’t able to alert the others. “Nice idea you had, using transmission oil a fake blood. You had all of us worry for a minute.” “That was the idea. If you guys knew it was fake, your reactions wouldn’t be convincing.” Chin smiles then wipes what little she had on her face off before turning to, Liz Corgio. “You’re not a bad actor, yourself. Now, Mr. Barn what do we do now?” “If we can reach the that jet that would be a start. We have to get through the hangar and out onto the field.” Roberts. “That hangar is crawling with more guards. There’s no way in hell we can through them.” “There she goes again placing barriers in our plans.” Corgio wrinkled her face then let out with a heavy sigh. “We all have to use some thinking caps here. So try and come up with something will you.” John racks a round in the guard’s rifle then holds it with the muzzle held toward the ceiling. Chin retrieves the other guard’s weapon and does the same. Slowly the group make their way from once was their prison confines to hallway leading to the hangar. Fernardez carefully scans his surroundings with his back placed against the walls. When he sees the coast is clear he waves the women forward. One by one the female crew work their way along the sides of the

building until they reach the interior of the hangar itself. Crates were lined against the walls provide excellent cover from the patrolling guards on the outside and those inside. Clardaire glances on his watch. He had gone to the storage room many times and as far as he was concern it wouldn’t take the guards long to get there and back. He thought to himself they were wasting time doing something they shouldn’t have been doing and he wasn’t the only one concerned. Van Dorne to wonders what was taking her guards so long to return. She turns in the direction of the building’s entrance for a moment and stares anticipating Barn’s arrival. “Mr. Clardaire. See what has happened with those lazy guards.” Pausing from her briefing with the three pilots. Georgio was quick in checking on his arch enemy. Things seemed to be in order. The door to the storage room was closed but no signs of the two guards. However, there was still something strange about the whole thing there were no voices emerging from the room and it dark inside. It wasn’t long before he finds the two tired and gagged but by that time Fernardez and the women were slowly and quietly entering the hangar. Clardaire. “Where is, Barn?” Untiring one of the guards then waiting for him to stand to his feet. “Mr. Clardaire. I don’t know. He and the women caught us by surprise then tired us up.” The man turns to the puddle of oil on the floor returning his attention moments later to the Frenchman. “We thought one of the women had cut themselves and that’s how they overpowered us.”

“You fool. If Van Dorne finds out about this you’ll be the one whose throat will be cut. Which direction did they go?” “I don’t know that either.” For a moment Georgio turns looking toward the door then turns and orders both men to quickly search for the group before making his way back to the main building. His decision to report the incident comes slowly. He didn’t want Van Dorne to release her wrath on him as she had done with Carver, swift and cold

blooded. He poses in the hallway turning to the storage room to see the two guards emerging, then catch their attention. “You two. Come here. I have another job for you, that’s if you can do it without screwing it up. I want you to search the building take a few more men with you. Don’t let Ms. Van Dorne know what you’re doing just yet. You idiots have walkies and I don’t know why you didn’t use them. Put them on channel one so only I can hear you.” Clardaire knew the channel he told them to use would only be heard by him along with guards he assigned special assignment and that was few in number. Fernardez and Chin Wang were the last ones to enter the hangar area. Crouching behind the crates he searches for a short cut to the jet, which seemed to be nor existent with the guards moving about. John stops to notice most of the guards making their way to the lounge area within the hangar and leaving three standing looking on the Zodiac seated in the airfield. John stares for a moment looking on the two guards with a puzzling expression. “No one said this would be easy. If I can manage to distract those men it would make it a little easier for the others to gain access to the jet.” Chin. “What about the ones in the lounge? When or if they see you. You’ll be out numbered not to mention give us all away.” “She’s right. We can’t let you try something stupid, if you excuse me saying so.” Winslow whispers as she works her way toward the others then kneels down a few feet behind John. “After all we’ve been through it would be a shame to be back in the storage room again. Besides. We’ll need someone to vouch for us if we ever got out of this mess.” “I want you all to listen to me carefully.” Fernardez slowly set his rifle along side the crate and spoke with his eyes still focus on the guards. “The important thing is not letting them keep that jet. Without that they can’t do anymore damage than they already have. I don’t have the time to discuss this shit.” Looking on the two women, briefly. “When I give you the signal I want two of you to go at a time to the other side of the room and stay there.” Chin. “I am staying with you when the signal is given.” “There is no need.” “That’s crap. I have a gun and so do you and together at least this guys in the

hangar will not cause trouble.” John rolled his eyes before letting a breath of air. “Access the jet and get the hell out of here is the best thing you and the others can do. Yarlin has informed the agency of your situation and you will be safe in going home.”

As fate would have it the remaining pilot is instructed to shut down the Zodiac’s engines and the others in the control room. It was be this time four women were making their way along the side of the building, Liz Corgio, Claudia De’Minosa, Ava Monet and Mattie Swazit. As the pilot walks near he fails to take notice of the women a few feet away, concealed well in the shadows. Suddenly, Liz Corgio does something John hadn’t expected. She waits until the right moment for the pilot to approach then suddenly darts out with rock in hand and strikes him from behind. Before he could drop to the ground the others take the matter in hand dragging him off to the side of the building. Fernardez was stung to see he had a small army of his own, females but nonetheless just as good. “You guys were taught that?” “Survival.” Chin Wang shrugs her shoulders. Some of us just had the knack for it.” The next group slowly slip out. Since now that their path to the Zodiac was clearer than before. Liz’s actions gave off no alarms to the men inside the hangar and as far as Van Dorne was concern, things were going fine. Georgio and his men continue their search not thinking the main objective of their escape would be the super jet itself, which remain in plain view of the complex. Georgio later breaks away from the few men he had with him but taking the first two guards along with him. Looking through the hallways leading outside the thought of the jet being the mean objective soon comes to his attention “There are eight of you so I need you two to come with me. The rest search the other half of the building. My main concern if finding Barn and knowing him he will want to remove the women from harm’s way.” “How would he do that, Mr. Clardaire?”

“The jet is as good of a way as any. Keep your eyes peal on it just in case my theory is correct.” About twenty miles away, MI 6 Agent Fairbanks and his men along with Agent Karoll Yarlin make their way to the complex in Hummers escorted by Captain Hon Le’Van and his small group of soldiers. It was Fairbanks didn’t have to work hard in convicting the Captain to take part in raiding without notifying his superiors. With the promise of being recognized if the mission was successful, Le’Van and his men supply the team with the necessary equipment and transportation they needed. The German Captain set next to Fairbanks glancing on the landscape and speaks softly. “Do you think this woman may still be there? I mean with all the investigations that have been done surely she would suspect something like this would happen.” “I am counting on her cockiness that she would try to go the distance with her madness.” Yarlin leans forward from the back seat. “She’s goof at it. In my surveillance of the place all almost every night she seemed not to even care if the German authorities had people snooping around. The jet came and went like it was on a normal patrol. I finally found out where they sacked it.” There are five hangar bays. Which one is our main objective?” Le’Van asked. “The fifth one. There is a subsection beneath the hangar bay’s floor large enough to conceal the jet. There could be tunnels there as well.” “So, now how will this assault take place.”

Yarlin gives his opinion on the best possible way of gaining access to the complex. He had been there enough times to know where and how Van Dorne’s men patrol not to mention the areas best used to secretly set foot on the grounds. The young agent’s theories and planning sound well organized and from his hard earned work it could have been feasible John was still crouching behind the huge crates ed by the last four women, Chin, Roberts, Borgsliski and Gershaw and watching as the others’ race across the dark field then climbing safely inside the Zodiac.

Fernardez. “Okay ladies.” Looking on the lounge’s large glass window and watching the men laughing and sipping drinks from the machine. “So far so good. Jean, Tishina. You two are next.” Roberts. “I would rather have Gershaw go with her and let Chin and I go next.” “Look, Roberts… .” “No, you look. I know what you’re about to say Barn, but this is my crew and I think I have the final say on this one. Chin and I remain with you until things are up and running.” She taps the two women on the back and as they rush out, Tishina noticed the unconscious pilot and his weapon lying not far from his body. She turns quickly and slides it several feet inside the hangar just enough for either John or one of the to retrieve it. “Okay, Mr. Barn. That’s our que.” Roberts remarks, glancing on the lounge. “See you when you get out of here.” Clardaire and one guard reached the hallway leading to the hangar when Van Dorne sends her female henchman, Cecilia Winters to find him. She looked on the two men with a suspicious glance saying nothing at first she continues forward. “What are you doing, Clardaire?” “Just checking to see that things are going as plan.” Looking the shapely woman to the other end of the hallway. “Is there something I can do for you?” “Yes. Ms. Van Dorne wants you to her in the control room with the others again. She’s going over her second line of strategy with the pilots.” She pauses. Georgio was still looking around the hallway then stops abruptly when she speaks again. “Come to think of it. Where is the fourth pilot?” “I don’t know. I would imagine he’s still with the jet.” Ceilia. “No. He was told some time ago to shut down the engine and come inside. Find him since you’re checking things out. I will let Ms. Van Dorne know what you’re doing but be long about it.” “Another bossy bitch.” He mumbles to the man standing next to him as Cecilia walked away.

“Come on let’s check the place for then fool. I stand have this odd feeling the jet is where we should start our search.”

Jean Roberts saw herself path clear of danger at least she thought it was. She slowly crawls toward the hangar bay entrance then picks up the handgun Corgio had concealed with Chin and Fernardez were still watching her. She clears the crates just as Clardaire and the guard suddenly spot her but Georgio also had been seen by the agent whose eyes had been scanning the doors leading inside as well as the balcony above. John gave would have been unnoticed if he had not been silently warning Jean Roberts of the approaching danger. Turning quickly the agent fires off two shots drawing the French hit man’s attention from the female pilot. “It’s Barn. Something told me he planned to try and take the jet.” Georgio removes his weapon and returns fire. “Stop him. I don’t know where the others are but he’s the one I want.” Ducking down with gun firmly in hand Clardaire tries to put a bead on his target in between bobbing up and down from his concealed shelter. He didn’t have to tell the guard with him to alert the others they had already heard the shots being fired and were now rushing out from the lounge. John fires several more shots then sprints off between large crates toward another direction with, Chin not far behind. Jean now had her chance to inch her way outside and took it. With more guards dashing out and the complex grounds filled with activity the American pilot succeeds in climbing quickly inside the jet ordering the Paula Winslow to start the engines. “What about Chin and Barn?” Asked the shapely Jamaican woman. “Paula. Barn said if anything was to go wrong to leave and that’s exactly what we’re going to do.” The sound of the super jet’s engines riving up catches the attention of both the guards and Fernardez. “Girls. Buckle up and get those systems running then start heading toward the runway.” The women all looked to Winslow. Her hands were moving rapidly along the computerized guidance s of the super jet. She had neither questioned Roberts command nor failed to act on it. Her crew had heard Jean mention both Fernardez and Wang being left behind and was stung by the

respond made. “You heard her.” Paula turns yelling to her fellow . “Start this thing in the direction of the airfield.” Each crew member hustles to their assigned duty station their hands reaching and pulling on the jet’s controls. The approaching jeeps knew better than stand in the path of the jet its powerful thrushers would suck up those seated inside easily, specially if the jeeps were in pursue from the rear. The Zodiac was basically unchallenged and a force not to be reckon with, as it gathers speed. Paula and Jean’s hands moving quickly to the throttle then looking outward to see the jeeps still trying to keep pace with them. “Those fools. They’re still at it.” Winslow. “What do we do once we’re airborne, Jean?” Roberts shows no emotion but her reply was something all of the women agreed with. “We see what we can do about getting, Barn and Wang out of here.” She then smiles before turning her attention on the jeeps still speeding along with them. There was no hiding the fact something was going terribly wrong. Van Dorne walks from the control room followed by Anita and several men then glanced from the balcony onto the airfield to see the Zodiac quickly taxing along it with men dashing from the hangar.

“What the hell is going on, now?” The answer was soon to come when Cecilia rushes forward. “Barn. Mr. Barn has escaped along with some of the women.” “Where is Clardaire? He was supposed to have taken care of that pesky bastard. Do I have to do everything myself around here?” Ingrid waves her hand for the guards to follow her out with Cecilia and Anita tagging behind her. “I thought I had competent help around here but it seems I am sadly mistaken. John and Chin move quickly from the lower section of the hangar making their way through an obstacle course of ladders and crates and firing at anyone who dared try and stop them, including Clardaire himself. Geogio cared little about

any of the women being killed now his very life itself was on the line if the man he knew as, Barn was to escape. With bullets tearing away the sides of the wooden crates as well as ricocheting off of metal pipes, John and his female companion find little comfort in their escape attempts. Fernardez quickly glances upward. “There. Head for the door up there on the balcony level. I know where it leads. We may have a chance of getting out of the hangar, if nothing else.” “What about you?” “Can you just do what I asked you to do, Chin?” Pushing the Asian woman away then turning to fire on three guards who found their way to the bottom of the not so sturdy ladder. John peer over the edge of the balcony his glance was quickly enough to notice the two men rushing upward with guns drawn the third standing in waiting and firing upward to keep John at bay. The Latin agent gives a suddenly kick to the ladder and the two guards climbing it find themselves swing outward. Fernardez actions had knocked the bolts loose and after seeing the results of his bole attempts he then ducks back. For the most part John had discouraged anymore guards from following him in his flight for freedom along the balcony he never notices the French assassin easing through the hangar door finding out ways of damping the couple’s hopes. Fernardez quickly follows Chin through the hallway and with every turn they peep out to avoid the rush of guards searching for them. “We’ll take this hallway until we come to the exit leading us back to the lower level.” “How do you know that?” “A few sleepless nights and one young man’s close observations while he was here.” John remarks his eyes peeping around the corner of the narrow corridor. “Once we are outside, then what? The others are in the jet and under way.” Chin’s remarks were becoming just like Jean Roberts discomforting but she was right. There was still some commotion heard on the level below. Even through the cement floors of the structure the guards could still be heard racing about and yelling amongst themselves. Darting into one of the few rooms in the hall facing the back of the building, Fernardez looks out the window to see several jeeps

along with trucks parked in the rear. He looks down on the ledge below large enough for the two of them climb out then make their way to another section of the building, hopefully undetected. He continues explaining his course of action not knowing Wang was slowing moving back to the door to check for more guards. “Once we reach the other side we can enter again through one of the office windows to the next level. That way we can… .”

“You can what, Barn? There is no way in hell you’re going to leave here alive.” John turns to see Clardaire standing behind the Asian woman with gun pointed outward and his arm wrapped around Chin’s throat. “You have been very clever, so far. Now, if you value this young woman’s life you’ll drop the gun and kick it over here.” Fernardez notice Wang’s eyes looking to the floor then at him. She was hinting not to give up his weapon that was something Fernardez hadn’t had in mind. He stalls a little longer allowing his French rival to boast of his long awaited triumph. “If it makes you feel better I can say you have succeeded in fowling, Van Dorne’s plans.” “Yeah. She’s use to that happening by now. Thanks for bring it to my attention but it doesn’t change my mood about this situation. So, what now?” “Why don’t you just drop the gun and stop stalling for time that is something you have already run out of.” Georgio moves Chin in John’s direction when she starts to gag as if his arm was choking her. “Sorry, my dear. I can’t afford to let anything go wrong again even if it means accidentally killing you in the process. Of course I should think it over. If I did that your hero would shoot me or I would have to shoot him.” “Come on, Clardaire. Let her go she has nothing to do with you and me. Haven’t you kill enough innocent people already?” “No one is totally innocent. You should know that, Barn. Besides, what is one

life compared to the whole picture of things? More than likely Ms. Van Dorne will kill her anyway after what you just did.” He titles his head and smiles before looking into Chin’s almond shape eyes. “I sorry my dear. It may have sounded hush of me, but that is life as it is.” John drops the gun slowly kicking it toward Georgio. As the Frenchman releases his grip on the communications officer, Chin suddenly drops to the floor just as Clardaire points his weapon preparing to fire on the unarmed agent. Chin Wang was a nimble person and suddenly springing her legs around the Frenchman’s neck with John rushing forward. Her muscular legs pulls Clardaire forward Fernardez hand grips firmly on the gun. For a moment the men struggle with Clardaire’s head caught between Chin’s legs and his arm firmly in John’s hand. Chin gives a sudden twist the sound of Georgio’s neck gives a cracking sound alerts Fernardez and Wang the struggle was over. “Well, we have one more gun to add to our collection.” John looks on his arch rival taking in a deep breath then releasing it. Wang makes sure of her work giving Georgio’s neck a second twist before unwrapping her legs from around it. She then stands slowly to her feet. “Let’s try and reach one of those jeeps before they miss this bastard.” Paula and Roberts look to both windows of the jet. There were more vehicles making their way along the runway hoping to discourage their attempts. “Go to hover mode.” Roberts yells. The women in the cabin also notice their pursuers and it was Liz Corgio who rushes to the cockpit slamming the door behind her and yelling at Jean. “What are you doing, you’re leaving both Barn and Chin in the hands of those killers. Turn this mother back and help them.” “I have given orders and I expect you and the others to carrying them out. I know what I am doing so go back there and sit your ass in a seat.”

“If what I am about to do is mutiny, then you can say I am about to start it. I said to turn this damn jet around and help Chin and Barn. Right now.” Paula turns in anger. “Just prepare to go to hover mode. We haven’t forgotten Chin nor Mr. Barn.” Jean and Corgio were still at it that’s when Winslow turns

again telling the two women to quiet themselves as she throws the controls in hover mode. The rear engines stop and the jet starts to rise with dust and loose debris being thrown freely beneath them. The pursuing vehicles were now barring off almost concealed by the flying dust of the airfield. Soon another jeep race along the lengthy flying field and Liz Corgio sees it from the jet’s cockpit window. “Look, over there. It’s, Mr. Barn and Chin. They made it out of the hangar.” “Yeah. But they’re now being chased by our unwanted friends.” Roberts head turns slightly from the controls. “Once we can reach full power we’ll see what we can do to help out.” The small jeep speeds along the runway. Chin Wang had given her fellow crew more credit than John thought not allowing her or John to be recaptured. The problem now was that she and Fernardez had now turned the focus of the battle on themselves with Van Dorne’s guards cut off their attempts to rendezvous with the Zodiac. “I got an idea.” Paula Winslow now had full power of the hovering system. She and Jean turn the jet around to face the oncoming jeep. With guns blazing Chin and Fernardez head dead on into the oncoming pursuit vehicles trying to discourage the intended rendezvous. Chin Wang was not only good in her fighting skills she was just a good with firearms as well. With one hand on the wheel the other fixed on the trigger of the semiautomatic rifle she fires a hail of bullets. “Give me the wheel.” John remarks, sliding into the driver’s seat. Since you’re perfect for the job, keep those men from coming too close. I think your fellow crew have something plan.” The Zodiac buzzes over Van Dorne’s men with the dust and debris still flying about. They slow their approach giving the time Fernardez and Wang needed to get beneath it. Chin knew what Winslow had in mind and she guides the jeep to a clearing then glances over to the agent. John knew what was going on as well. “Go on. You go first.” He said. “I just need more time to discourage these Goddamn guards from following us.” One of the other crew , Mattie Swazit, opens the hatch and lowers a

rope ladder down. With Fernardez now behind the wheel, Chin Wang grabs hold then looks on the agent one last time before ascending it half way. “Come on. Follow me, Mr. Barn.” She yells. “You can’t get out of this alone and this a perfect time to escape.” “Don’t worry about it, Ms. Jackie Chan. For once see if you can do what you’re told. Go on and get out of here.” John speeds off drawing the other jeeps away as Chin climbs to safety looking back as the others aid her aboard. The other jeeps were closing in on Fernardez and he continues speeding along the runway. He could hear and just about feel the bullets hitting the rear end of his jeep, some coming too close to hitting him for his taste. The Zodiac verse off knowing it would do more harm in his efforts right not in lifting him to safety then good the dust and debris flying about was the crew’s concern.

The air field as now a battle ground of moving trucks and jeeps and Ingrid Van Dorne wasted no time in getting in the picture john had once again ruined her plans she wanted more than ever to be a part in finally killing off the one man who for years has stopped her success. From the jet the women could see Fernardez heading in the direction of a solid cement wall at the end of the field, something he hadn’t noticed. With Van Dorne’s small army gaining ground it was after he fires several rounds then turns Fernardez attention to what runway was left he saw the danger. Fairbanks and the team were less than four miles from the complex when they heard the gunfire. It was Yarlin who suggested they speed things up with the raid the idea of a sneak attack was now out of the question as far as he and Fairbanks were concerned. They clear the woods both men could as well as hear the Zodiac as it hovers over the field. “That’s our baby.” Karoll replies, pointing to his left. “If you want to catch them with the goods, now is the time.” “I have can have more men on the way, if you would like. From the looks of it you may need them.” Said Le’Van. Pointing suddenly to the main gates of the complex. The convoy of hummer trucks quicken the pace and Fairbanks signals the team

to make a final check of their weapons. Again. They clear a bend in the road this time there was more to see with vehicles moving quickly along the air field and the Zodiac still hovering over head like a bird of prey. There was no doubt something was going on that was not in the favor of those in the complex. Cecilia Winters fires several shots then from the corner of her eyes she noticed the trail of hummers quickly approaching the main gates. “Ms. Van Dorne.” She needed said more Ingrid Van Dorne turns also noticing the same thing then rapidly pats the soldier near her on the shoulders. “Let the others and Clardaire take care of this we need to leave here fast. So break off the chase.” With jeeps on both sides and two in the rear of him, John turns first to his left and fires off several shots, before turning right and doing the same. Fernardez turning about in the driver’s seat sees he was now boxed in with no place to go but in the direction of the huge seven foot concrete wall. what made it worse he tries to slow his jeep down enough to either bail out or veer off, only to find the paddle going all the way to the floor. He was less than four hundred yards from the object of his destruction. Jean Roberts looks out on it then down on Fernardez’s jeep before returning her gaze on the cement wall. “All right ladies. you wanted to save our billboard hero, this is the time. Paula give this thing more speed, then get a few feet over Mr. Barn’s jeep.” “What are you about to do?” Jean nods her head in the direction of the oncoming wall. Not only Winslow noticed it, but both Pearl Steward and Mattie Swazit noticed it. Now with his weapon out of bullets and jeep out of breaks, John still had to deal with the three jeeps barreling down on him. He could only tuck his butt up and kiss his own bottom good-bye. He saw himself being shot as if he were in a firing squad or go up in a fiery blaze, if noting else. Just then he feels dust being blown on his back and the ear piecing roam of the project jet overhead.

The Zodiac was quickly following along with its rope ladder swaying beneath it. Liz Corgio and Mattie Swazit were kneeing in the hatchway looking on him with

their hands extended outward. Mattie. “Take it, Barn. take it for God’s sake.” Liz repeats the same message in Spanish and the two women continued urging him on. With his good shoulder Fernardez looks on the three jeeps it was obvious the two next to his didn’t see the danger ahead, not until one of the men in the rear jeep pointed ahead. Two hundred fifty yards then one hundred and twenty-five yards, John times his escape perfect and waves his farewell to his pursuers just as the jeep in the rear veers off. The Zodiac makes a sudden bank to the right, swing the dangling agent outward over the four vehicles below. The rescue was just in time for Fernardez but too late for the two jeeps on the side of his doomed vehicle to avoid the soon to come explosion. his vehicle hits the concrete wall with a huge bang taking out the two jeeps that had drove beside it and some of the men who hadn’t bailed out them with it. As the super jet quickly moves out of harms way Liz and Mattie extend their hands and pulled Fernardez inside, before bring the ladder in with him. “I thought I told all of you to get out while you had the chance.” Letting out with a puff of air then seating himself in the cabin section of the jet. “Whose idea was it to come back?” Liz Corgio stands with her hands on her shapely hips speaking in her broken Latin and twitching her body, as if she were some woman from Brooklyn New York. “You should be grateful she did this.” He looks on both women. “You still haven’t answered my question. they should have their ass spanked.” Paula Winslow walks in with John’s back facing her. the two women turns to face her smiling. “Is he all right?” “Yeah. Mr. Macho is just fine. he seems to think some body should get their ass spanked for saving his life. I guest that would be you, Paula.” “Paula. This was your idea?” “That’s right. She and some of the others persuaded Paula and I to turn this jet around and help you.” Roberts remarks, standing behind her lead pilot. “Now if you’re going to spank anyone you had better bring lunch and dinner. Everyone on this crate had the same idea and I am beginning to think some of them have a

crush on you, especially Wang.” Chin Wang heard her name mentioned from where she was seated. She turns but never said a word her expression said it all. “Now that we have our jet back. Where do we go from here?” “For now from here sounds about good enough.” John answers. “Hopefully the truth reached your homelands and we can head for jolly old England.” Corgio. “Why England?” “For some reason I just feel we’ll be safer there. Once we arrive we have a better chance of explaining in detail what has been happening with this jet.”

The Zodiac roars its way over German air space leaving Van Dorne and her hijackers to deal with the oncoming forces coming to take the AeroTech complex back again. Fernardez and the women didn’t know of Yarlin’s success in gathering aid in his attempts to rescue him and the twelve Zodiac crew . The young agent had arrived just as John’s gallant and heroic escape had ended. Van Dorne and her accomplices were now fully engaged in battle with Fairbanks team, along with Captain Le’Van’s handful of soldiers. As far as fighting skills the mystery woman of mayhem’s men were just mere foot soldiers dealing with specially trained men use to fighting in small numbers and using whatever weapons were nearby. One thing the terrorist did have in their favor, as far as training was concern and that was the layout of the complex. There were snipers perched on the roof tops and well-concerned snipers in the grassy sections close to the main building. They hindered Sergeant Belly and Sergeant Fairbanks from reaching Van Dorne along enough for her and several loyal to find other means of escape. Yarling took four men with him and charged the hangar areas’ first before taking on the main building his concern was Fernardez and the female hostages. It was his intentions to free them before anything else. Moments later Le’Van storms the building from the rear, entering through windows and any openings available with men shooting from balconies and other sections of the building him and Agent Yarlin move swiftly along the hallways to the storage room where the young agent had seen Fernardez. There were others moving through the building, but they were not looking for hostages but a way out of danger. They were seeking the person who had led them only to find out much too late Van

Dorne fled in a jeep along with three other vehicles they had been spotted much too late on the open road leaving the complex. “So, where is Barn?” Fairbanks walks quickly toward Captain Le’Van and the young agent. “Are you sure they didn’t all ready kill him?” “I am sure of it. If they did this wouldn’t be happening. Somehow Mr. Barn must have escaped with the women, knowing him.” Yarlin pauses with both the German Captain and Sergeant Fairbanks waiting. “The jet. That’s it. Barn and the women must be on it. Shit. Smacking his head. “Son of a gun why didn’t I realize that. It would explain why I noticed several jeeps chasing after it. Fairbanks turns suddenly with one hand on his hip. “Dammit. We can’t inform the officials here. This is still an unofficial operation.” Le’Van. “If it were not for the fact I promise to keep this between the few men I have and myself, I would let my company commander know of the results.” Fairbanks looks to the ceiling and lets out with a sigh. “Not we have two problems.” “What’s that?” Yarlin glancing around the halls. “Our connections say this man Wilkinson has another jet to find this one, from what I’ve heard, it’s just as good if not as dangerous as this one.”

The fighting continues outside of the building with snipers falling from roof tops and jeeps moving in with of Van Dorne’s guards attempting to fend the invasion off. Hummers jeeps carrying Fairbank’s team help with cutting down further losses they had out of the fifteen men only three of Fairbanks’s men were killed. Ingrid for the most part was never without her two female companions but in her retreat the female master mind fled without Ceilia Winters her most trusted lesbian accomplice. Winters finds herself separated from her mistress along with five male companions they soon are captured to others. After a few brief moments of battle and the original workers are rescued the complex becomes silent as if nothing had ever taken place. Ingrid Van Dorne’s captured guards are rounded up they are closely watched by

Captain Le’Van’s men with as Agent Yarlin and Fairbanks moving down the line of prisoner stopping suddenly in front of, Ceilia Winters. “Where is she? Where is that mistress of yours?” Yarlin asks staring in Ceilia’s face. “I don’t know who you’re talking about.” “Don’t play stupid with this is not the time nor the place. You know who I am referring to your boss or leader, I don’t care how you put it. Now, where is she?” His questioning receives what little spit the woman could give. Karoll wipes it from his face then stood for a moment in silence. Ceilia then turns her head looking on her fellow prisoners failing to see what was due to come. Karoll lashes out with open hand and the black clad woman’s head suddenly spins half way around before she returns it to face the young agent. “I willn’t be so nice the next time, so let’s try this again. Where is Van Dorne and your other female friend?” “You can do whatever you think is necessary but that part you’ll have to find out for yourself.” “The most you could look for in this little action of mental relapse if a Federal prison with more hard core cases like yourself. I doubt if they will see you as a strong willed person, if you get my drift.” “Fuck, you. You don’t scare me talking tough.” Le’Van walks with his head downward and hands poised behind his back until he stands next to the young agent. For a moment his gaze turns to Ceilia. “Why not let one of my men help with this, Agent Yarlin?” Turning to one of his soldiers a hefty officer who was one of the Captain’s best interrogators. “Gerald. It seems we have a bit of a problem here, your assistance is needed. This woman refuses to cooperate in our inquires.” The soldier name Gerald smiles then makes his way along the line of prisoners stopping in front of the defiant Ceilia Winters. “We have to loosen her tongue in some fashion.” Snatching Winter’s hand Le’Van firmly sets it on the hood of one of the jeeps then repeats the question receiving the same response. Suddenly, Gerald slams the butt of his rifle on Winters pinkie finger she screams loudly in pain blood

gushes from the tip of her fingernail like a bug that had been squashed.

“Where is Van Dorne?” He asks again and again Winters refuses tugging away from her tormentor. The rifle comes down again this time on her index finger. Feeling slightly sorry for the woman, Yarlin holds his hand up just as Gerald was about to strike her middle finger and possibly continue on with his sadistic torture. “Where is she and is she planning anything else? You know you can’t take much more of this and neither can your fingers.” “I don’t know where she is. I got separated from her in all the fighting.” Ceilia stood holding her bloody hand her face showing the results of Gerald’s doing. “Where is Mr. Barn and the other women? Did they escape in the Zodiac?” “Yes. They took off before you came. I don’t know where they’re heading. They just took off.” Le’Van. “We have to inform my country and the others. Do you know what would happen if that jet is seen leaving this country or worse if it flies over the of the others? It will be sort after and attacked.” “That is our worse fear. From what I was also informed, Doctor Sterling Wilkenson has an aircraft he is willing to use to deal with the jet. They’ll be shot down and or killed before the truth is told.” Fairbanks adds. “Captain. Take care of these prisoners would you. I might have a way of taking care of this problem if I act quickly.”

ENGLAND’S AEROTECH COMPLEX, THE SAME DAY. News of the Zodiac comes quickly to the complex by way of the German government. The super jet had been spotted by commercial airliners flying several miles over the country’s scenic landscape and the news was just what, Sterling Wilkinson wanted to hear. Brigadier General Cromwall also got wind of it and immediately orders Sterling’s flying nightmare to be grounded until he and Blackman could find other means of dealing with the matter. Sterling leans on his office desk with the

phone in his hand, smiling with joy. “Sorry, General. I have received word the Hydra has the okay to fly and seeing the urgency of the matter it is strapped and ready.” “Who gave you the authority?” “You can say I have the vote of just about all of the United Nation in the project. The word came two days ago around noon.” He looks on the airfield outside his complex. The Hydra stands visibly along the runway its black coloring against the greenish sections of the grounds with men moving tirelessly around it. They were checking the jet’s exterior equipment, missiles, onboard cameras and reinforced metal hull. “Wilkinson you fool. There’s an American agent on board that jet and eleven innocent women. Now, call that damn thing back.” “General. The Hydra has not yet left the base and I am afraid this is out of your hands, at least as far as the Queen herself is concern. Tell you what. If it es England’s borders I will see that no harm comes of it. As far as the other countries I can’t promise you they will do the same.” “If and when it reaches England could you just disable it, at least?”

“Sure, General Cromwall. That can be taken into consideration. Give me a few more days to speak it over with the other and then I will get back with you with their reply. Until then have a nice day, sir.” Wilkenson wastes no time making his way to the airfield to meet with the four pilots. It was his intentions to gain recognition for the capture and or destruction of Professor Orlandis’s jet that was now seen as a menace. “I want you to keep a lookout for that jet and if they don’t comply with your demands, shoot it down.” He held a smug grin on his face his hands behind him. “I still believe those women had something to do with those attacks. At least one of them is a traitor.” “What about the others?” One pilot asks. “There are always causalities even in war. They had a chance to turn the real traitor over and as far as the American is concern. He was cleaver enough to find

the damn thing, surely with his skills he could have done more to stop this problem.” Sterling sternly glance on the men in his response then walks from the airfield. The four men turn briefly on each other. They were more humane notions in dealing with the matters at hand than their egoistic employer. There was little they could do but follow Sterling’s orders and hope somehow fate would allow them to change his twisted goals. The Hydra soon begins riving its engines and much like its counterpart jet Sterling’s war plane lets out with the same ear piecing roar as it begins hovering slowly skyward. Paula Winslow and Jean Roberts were still seated at the controls and gazing on the landscape below. They set a course due east in the direction of French and Italy, it was the only course either one of the women could think of where they would be fairly safe from any attack. John seated in the cabin with some of the women, Corgio, Swazit, Steward and Borgsliski talking over possible problems that might lie ahead, fuel being one of those trouble spots. Later the conversion leads to more pleasurable discussions. “One thing we got out of this with our lives.” John remarks, looking out on the clouds forming cotton like shapes. “We have a full tank of fuel thanks to Van Dorne. Now if we can use it somewhat sparingly, until we get somewhere safe.” Corgio. “Where is that, Mr. Barn?” Turning back from the door leading to the women’s room. “No, matter where we turn this jet is dead meat. Jean believes is our best bet, since we visited there before reaching .” Swazit. “She could be right.” “Could be is the catch. You girls have to the French airliner that was attacked with all the engers aboard killed.” The faces on the women alerted Fernardez they were unaware of the events that occurred during their capture. “Oh. I forgot. The incidents were concealed from all of you. Shit. I hadn’t thought of it either.” Borgsliski. “That takes care of most of that idea. We’re worse off than if we had taken that mad woman’s idea. We have nowhere to turn and no one to count on.” “What about Russia? Although after the failed attempts on their supply plane even that might be a slim chance.”

“No, Barn.” Jean emerges from the cockpit then motions Pearl Steward to take over as copilot. “The Soviets didn’t approve of Tishina’s part in the project she volunteered on her own with the disapproval of her government.” She settles herself down next to him with Tishina Borgsliski silently looking on. “She thought it would be the right thing to bring both her country and the others closer together and so did Professor Orlandis. I must say she spent more than several weeks trying to persuade the Soviet Government in allowing Tishina to us but in the long run Professor Orlandis failed and Tishina was denied.” “You still didn’t answer my question fully, so now and why is she here?” “This might sound like something you’ve heard before after finding out she was denied being part of the project but she defected with a little help from Orlandis. With all the bullshit the Soviet still couldn’t get her to come back and not even with threats of killing what family she had left.” “Are there more sad tales about the other women on this jet? I have heard two such stories already.” John glances on the other women seated in the cabin. “Oh, no. The rest of us were quite free in our decisions to be a part of the AeroTech project and as for me it was a way of getting out of the old man’s hair to make something of myself.” “Your husband?” A soft breath of air emerges from Jean’s lips her eyes roll upward. “You know, Barn. You’re good at this soft style interrogation stuff but I know what you’re asking and the answer is no. I never married. When I said my old man I meant my father the hypercritical bastard. He always said he stood for the rights of others, Black, Whites and all of that. Somehow, for some reason other beds in the house were missing white sheets. Does that tell you something?” “I’m glad you found some truth of your own and now talking about sheets. Where do I sleep?” “Right, here of course. The Zodiac has all the comforts of home, but bedding is not one of them. That’s unless Paula wants to share her sleeping arrangements with you.” Roberts cuts her eyes on Winslow stand just outside the cockpit with arms crossed and smiling.

NSA HEADQUARTERS, FORT MEADE MARYLAND IN THE AFTERNOON. Field Operations Chief Franklin Otterman receives word by phone from General Blackman on the rescue attempts in and the being retrieved. He is also informed about the call the General received from the Brigadier General of Sterling Wilkinson’s Hydra jet and the possibly of it shooting down the super jet with, John and the women aboard it. “That son of a bitch. Is he crazy.” Otterman replies, slamming his fist on the desk. “We want to get that jet in one piece and not scatter it to the f… k’in wind. Who is he to dictate policies?” “From what I hear he has permission from the Queen herself. I know it sounds crazy but that… .” “Yes it does. there are twelve other countries involved in this shit and I think they have the right to put some input in the decision.”

“They do and did. They also gave the okay to do whatever it takes to stop the Zodiac. It seems they’re not considering the lives onboard.” “Blackman. You and I have just placed lives on the line to find that thing and now it’s up to us to get them out of a mass we created. We have a team of Special Forces who secretly went to find Barn and his friend along with the female crew as well as recover the jet. Well, we did half of the mission. We found the jet and the women are safe or were safe up until now.” “What can we do? This matter has blown out of proportion?” Both men were sitting in their offices being very careful not to allow others around them to hear their conversion. Otterman continues. “Right now. I can’t think of anything with the UN agreeing with that crazy Englishman’s idea. There’s got to be something we can do if no more than take this matter to the President himself and try to pursue him to veto our actions. Let me talk to some others in high places your department as well as mine.” Blackman. “I can just about tell you what my department will say.”

“If we can get James and the women in the States at least we can try in get some straight answers from all of them. I’ll keep in .” Otterman soon makes a call and speaks with, Lands the Presidents Closeness Advisor. The Advisor was in the middle of a conference with of the Defense Department when Franklin called. Holding the phone close to his ear, Lands looks about the room then lowers his voice. “Yes, Frank. What’s on your mind?” “I have a slight problem I need to speak with you about and I think you need to hear it.” Lands gives a sigh then looks again on the four gathered in the center of the room. “Okay, let’s hear this one.” “The Zodiac. We have it in our possession.” “Good work, now all we need to do is bring it in and stop all this confusion. So what’s the problem? Seems to me you have everything under control.” “Not exactly. When I said we have it in possession, I meant we have control of it. To get right to the point, Agent Barn and the women have possession of it. The real problem, if you haven’t heard, is Sterling Wilkinson of the AeroTech has orders to bring it down.” “By whose authority.” Advisor Lands suddenly stops looking on those in the room. His head turns downward with the phone firmly placed to his ear, much closer than before. “So I guess you weren’t aware of the decision that was made?” “Come on, Frank. This is not the time to play guessing games. Who is allowing this man to act in such a fashion?” “The Queen of England along with the of the United Nations. Now isn’t that a bitch?” In the beginning it appeared Franklin’s concerns were easy enough to handle later when he told Lands about the other countries voting on taking actions on destroying the super jet it apparent to the President’s Advisor the US was out voted on any decision.

Otterman. “I was told if their voluntarily bring the jet in Sterling would call off any attacks that would be made. I see now things have shifted more to the left.” “What about Price’s agent? How much info was he able to get?”

“Yarlin. Agent Karol Yarlin, sir. According to my sources Ingrid Van Dorne is behind this. “You mean the woman behind the WASP Organization?” “The same. She and several of her soldiers escaped and have yet to be found. I was also informed if Barn can bring the jet in without incident Sterling would terminate his plans.” Lands turns to a map on the wall then runs his eyes along the borders of the countries between England and . “The thing is they have to over , Italy and parts of Spain, not to mention getting both East and West .” “I was thinking maybe you can figure out a way of giving them safe age to an Embassy through the President. I know this is a big favor but as we both know the lives on that jet are innocent beings to all that has happened.” “That’s a long shot. Frank. Right now none of the countries who have a hand in this want to deal with the matter much longer. As far as they’re concern the Zodiac is a loose screw and needs tightening. The only thing I can say is I will talk to the President about it but I can’t promise anything, not even with Barn being involved.” Otterman. “I understand, sir.” Slowly hanging the phone up he leans back in his chair looking toward the ceiling in dismay. Somewhere over along with several French fighters the Hydra wings its way toward the German border but with the disapproval of the German government. It was an invasion of trust in the country’s eyes indicating the French believed its neighboring country could not handle its problems. By now Agent Yarlin, Sergeant Fairbanks and Captain Le’Van were answering questions about the raid and they findings to the German Command, after handing their

prisoners over. “All this time you are saying this jet was in the prossesion of the AeroTech complex here in without our knowledge?” Le’Van’s commander asks. “Yes, sir.” “Then why did you not report this to us, sooner?” “I know would have if I had known of it.” The German Captain, standing in between both Fairbanks and Yarlin, soon faces the young agent. “Agent Yarlin needed more evidence and solid proof before alerting me. With the investigation of the place having been done over a dozen times, it would appear we were harassing the AeroTech staff. He and his friend, Agent Barn along with another fellow agent, thought it would be best if they were to further the investigation quietly.” Fairbanks. “Sir. The captain here did all he could to avoid this type of questioning. I wouldn’t be so hard on him and I must also apologize for my actions as well.” The German Commander stares on the three men for a brief moment. His chest rose as he took in a deep breath alerting both the Special Forces Sergeant and the young CIA agent a hard decision was about to be announced. “My country now has orders to bring this jet of our down at any cost. There is no further use for it and the jet has cost the lives of innocent people.

“Sir. With all due respects. May I remind you that there is one of your people aboard that aircraft. If we can just give them safe es to some nearby location I am sure we can straighten this matter out.” “I have my orders Sergeant Fairbanks and they can not be superseded. In fact there is no safe heaven for those on the jet. The word from the UN and its involved in the project is to shoot it down.” Le’Van looks sadly on the Sergeant. His commanding officer had firmly given his decision and was not about to soften his words if he was to speak again. The Commander gives his Captain a brief frowning glance. “Now. If you and your men would kindly leave the country this matter will be handled accordingly.”

“Sir. If you can just think about… .” “The matter is closed, Sergeant. I will the US and let them know of this type of act is looked upon as an intrusion and will not be tolerated. I would advise to you to leave immediately or I will have you and your men arrested for the spies that you are.” Meanwhile, over the mountains of Italy and not fully out of the range of the German Government the Zodiac flies due west hoping they hadn’t been detected. That hope fades with the coming of three German fighters on routine patrol. Helda Gershaw the German communications officer listens in on transmitted messages between the three fighters. “We have company girls.” Helda turning from the her console. “I have three fighter jets approaching at 242 degrees north and ranging less than 400 miles.” Paula. “Can we get them on camera?” Helda’s hands move swiftly to both the rear and forward cameras of their jet. “Yes. They are almost clear of the mountains and will soon be within range of our electronic disrupters.” “You know what to do.” Paula guides the jet in the direction of the mountains ahead. It was a precautionary method against the fighter jets using any sort of missiles as well as placing barriers between them and the Zodiac. The fighters report their sightings as they head in the direction of the high tech jet. They were quick in arming their guided missiles that were much more updated than the ones previously before the incidents Van Dorne caused in her assaults on both the French airliner and Egyptian fighters. Two fighters fire off a set of missiles the pilots watch through special eye pieces as the projectiles make their way through the clouds. “Five minutes before connect.” Helda yells, looking on the camera showing both the speed and range of the oncoming projectiles. Paula pulls the throttles back further. “Hold on back there. This maybe a little rough.” John awake from his cat nap at the sudden sound of Paula’s voice along with the sudden increase of speed the jet was now doing, jars him to consciousness. Moments later he rushes to the cockpit and s the four women at the controls.

“What the hell is going on?” “It looks as if your friend hasn’t convince the Germans we’re innocent.” Paula, turning around to the cockpit door. Fernardez cuts his eyes to the window next to Winslow’s copilot, Liz Corgio to see in the distance the three German jets rapidly making their way behind them. “Is this all you can get out of this thing, Paula?” “You know better than that.” Paula’s remarks are cut short. One of the missiles explodes not far from the aft end of the jet destroying the rear camera in the explosion.

The other women were now rushing to the center of the Zodiac each fastening themselves down. Winslow had increased the jet’s speed but seemingly not quickly enough the loss of the rear camera was now a disadvantage against further rear attacks. Liz kept her eyes on the mountains rapidly approaching ahead and Fernardez noticed her gaze on them. “See if you can elude them enough to make it to the Swish Alps.” He looks again to the window. The three fighters were still advancing after the other missiles had exploded after missing their target. It was obvious they were not giving up the chase until the Zodiac was destroyed. Paula and Liz showed sweat pouring down their faces as they glance out as if they were behind the wheel of a sports car and gazing into the rearview mirror. They soon turn again to the controls each either pressing or pushing something on the console. Two of the fighters buzz along side Paula could see the pilot on her side turning in her direction then reaching for something on his controls. “Radio that fool, Winslow.” John yells. “Let him know we mean no harm and we are willing to surrender.” It was then as Helda reaches for the communications switch both fighter jets suddenly fall back. Within a few seconds a hale of bullets rips through the Zodiac’s cockpit compartment knocking out most, if not all of their chances of transmitting. Fernardez, now ducked down between the chairs in the cockpit, looks up to see Helda Gershaw slowly leaning forward. Gershaw was holding

her side with a strange look on her face as the console starts to smolder then flicker with sparks flashing around her. It was an old move on the German’s part, boxing in the enemy with the third fighter jet lagging behind to finish the job. Liz’s eyes glance downward to notice what Fernardez did her bleeding hand or what seemed to be a wounded hand. Blood oozes between Helda’s fingers it was her side that was bleeding caused by scrap metal from the console’s explosion that had torn into Helda’s side parts of the chest. John wasted no time in slowly removing Gershaw from her seat to the floor. Corgio “will she…” “She’ll be all right. Just do what you can to get us out of here.” John makes his replies short and sweet as he lifts Liz Gershaw up her arm around his injured shoulder. Paula. “Where can we go?” “Anywhere. Just get us the hell out of here before they tear us to shreds.” Tears roll down Winslow’s cheek and so did Corgio show signs of emotion as both women watch Fernardez struggling in pain to remove Helda from the cockpit. “I should have used the disrupters sooner. This is all my fault.” Paula shakes her head. “Look. All of you. This is no time to take on blame nor feel sorry for yourselves. Some tactics in this game you were not trained for, this is one of them. Just try in stay calm enough to use what we have available.” John, with Helda now lifted from the floor, moves to the cabin section of the Zodiac and s the other . They look in horror as he slowly seats Helda in a chair then straps her in. It was Chin Wang who didn’t need to be told what to do rushing to his side she knees next to her wounded crew member. “She’ll need medical help. I can do what I can to stop some of the bleeding but it will take more than that. What else do you want me to do until then?”

John. “Well, this is where your training starts to kick in. I need someone to take her place.”

Tishina and Steward, the tallest women in the group gather their senses then tell Chin to Liz and Winslow in the cockpit. Fernardez and Roberts to s them. Relieving Liz Corgio from the controls, Roberts quickly seats herself in the copilot’s seat with John leaning over her shoulder and Winslow’s they watch for the three jets to make their appearance again. The Zodiac takes the sudden turns through the snow cap mountains at heart pounding speeds. It wasn’t long before the German fighters made their appearance and were now following some distance behind. Roberts. “They willn’t give us any slack. I can see that now. Paula. Now is the time to use the disrupters. More than likely those jets are computerized the same way we are.” Winslow glances briefly to the side then reaches for several blue buttons. Just as the buttons are pressed the on German pilot lets go with a set of missiles unfortunately guided electronically. The unseen disrupter waves interfere with both missiles as well as all three jet fighter’s controls. John suddenly notice the jets veering off as the projectiles strike harmlessly again the side of the mountainside causing massive amounts of snow to come thundering down. “We are now over the French and Italian border.” Navigator Mattie Swizit sighs. John slowly seats himself on the floor behind Paula. “That was a nasty welcoming.” “I would say it was more of get the f… k out of here.” Roberts replies. Turning briefly in his direction. “Now, what? We can’t go back and it’s unlikely we can go much further ahead.” “We need to have Helda taken care of. The best thing we can do is to make through both countries and hopefully someone will take the time to reason with us.” With part of the rear end damaged along with its camera the Zodiac continues on course through the mountains. It was unlikely there would be anymore fighter jets in the area due to gusty winds and snow blinding clouds but not far from the border the Hydra’s crew was refueling when they received the message the super jet had been seen. With less than a few minutes of refueling the men were aboard the black war plane and ready.

“This is what old man Sterling was waiting for.” One pilot remarks, climbing into the cockpit then placing his headset on. Within minutes the black aircraft hovers for a moment in the center of the airfield then receives clearance for takeoff. “This is show time, gentlemen. Let’s not disappoint, Wilkinson.”

IN ENGLAND’S ROYAL CASTLE, SOMETIME IN THE AFTERNOON. Brigadier General Cromwall and a few others in her Majesty’s Secret Service, leave from the castle and briskly walk to their awaiting cars. Cromwall was smiling to himself pleased with what he had accomplished when he turns to the others’ men with him. “Well, General.” One of his closest turns after reaching for the car door allowing the old but distinguishing looking General makes his way inside. “This should clear us from any wrong doings say what.” Cromwall. “I would say it would. Now the thing is dealing with Wilkinson and his over grown ego. I just hope it’s not too late to act on it.”

“I take it you’re going there straight away as you said in the meeting, General. Time is of the essence.” Cromwall, sliding over the to the other side of the ages’ seat. “I most certainly am. It’s about time these aerospace companies start to come under the ruling of us old lions, again.” He taps the driver on the shoulder that bids the other a farewell before the electronic windows rolls up. Within minutes the limo heads through the wellguarded gates of the palace and into the main stream of traffic. Somehow the President of the United States was able to convince the female Monarch to allow the Zodiac to enter English airspace and land on its soil. Seated in the control room of his AeroTech complex building, Sterling Wilkenson listens to his pilots as they give their destination. Not only were they heading in the direction of the rogue jet, so were four French jet fighters. With instructions to shorten their communications, knowing what the Zodiac could do as far as overhearing a broadcast the four French pilots finish the conversion then fly silently. At 60 thousand feet Winslow and Roberts change shift personnel. It was hard on Paula

and Roberts with Joannette O’brian’s death and now Gershaw’s injuries. There was now only two pilots and two communication officers aboard. Roberts glances on the fuel gages then motions for Chin to summon Fernardez inside. “Mr. Barn. Jean wanted me to get you.” The small built woman remarks. “I don’t know exactly what is about.” He turns from the two women tending to Helda’s wounds. “Don’t tell me we have more company.” “That much I would know about.” Wang laughs. “She did not say but I think you should come and see for yourself.” The skies were growing dark with few if any clouds. The sound of rushing air ing along the outside of the jet was enough to loll those seated next to it to sleep. “Wang said you wanted to see me.” Roberts turns briefly her hand moves in the direction of the fuel gages and so did Pearl Steward’s, seated in the copilot’s chair. “You know what that means, Mr. Barn. We have to set this thing down somewhere.” John notice the arrow on the half way mark on one fuel gage but it was still enough with what, Van Dorne’s men placed inside. “This baby had four tanks but eventually we’ll have to decrease our altitude to successfully get anywhere.” “I guess heading for the good US of A, is out of the question.” He remarks. There are other countries out there we can light down on. Of course…” He pauses. “It is very unlikely they have what we need in the way of gas, sort to speak.” “You can bet your ass on that theory. With Paula and me being the only pilots left. Someone is going to have to help fly this baby.” Steward’s soft voice cuts in. She continues to face outward as she speaks. “I don’t want to seem as through I am ease dropping.” Roberts turns from Fernardez. “Were you?”

“I suppose I am. But since the matter involves all of us I think I have the bloody right to. I noticed the fuel gages to and according the test runs we’ve made. We have more time than you think, which you have already figured out. Don’t get too cocky with the distance we have to travel.” John. “How much fuel time do we have?”

“Enough to over and hopefully England. I know just a place where we can lose this aircraft.” “What about your Government? We don’t want anyone else to get their hands on this thing.” Fernardez had stated another problem and something they all had mentioned before. “Look, Mr. Barn. If that’s what you’re worried about, that part can be quickly solved. This jet has a self-destructing device onboard it, something we were hoping wouldn’t have to be used.” She turns casually about with Fernardez standing dumb founded. “Seem to me you haven’t thought this crisis through yourself, being the spy that you are. Like I said. If we make it any other opposing forces to England I know a place where we can set it down and blow it up.” Steward raises and eyebrow. “Now, does that sound more to your liking?” “I guess so. Good. Then that’s the route we’ll take and do what you can to get us there.” General Cromwall’s limo approaches the main gates of Sterling’s complex and two guards slowly walk make their way over asking for identification, something the General removes from his suit pocket and shows. “Sorry, sir. It’s something that has to be done under orders.” The guard replies, looking on the photo on the hi profiled clearance card then handing it back. Cromwall’s ID was as unchallenged in the political arena since he was a member of the highest authority in Great Britain, Her Majesty’s Secret Service. “You’re clear, sir.” The young guardsman moves slightly from the car’s door. “I take it you wish to speak with, Doctor Wilkenson.” “You take it correctly. There’s no need to call him I’ll just see my way in.”

It wasn’t long before Brigadier General Charles Cromwall and his driver enter the building with another guard leading the way to where, Sterling and several others where. Posed proudly with his arms crossed the AeroTech director instructs the two men next to him to the control room then turns surprised to see the General standing in the doorway. “What can I do for you, General? As if I don’t know the answer to that question.” “You can call off that bloody plane of yours, where ever it is.” “General.” Sterling speaking in his airiest. “I know you Military and Secret Intelligence types like to throw your weight around but this time. The ball, as they say is in my corner. The Queen herself gave me the right to do what I am doing.” “Well, you can cancel those previous rights and go by these.” Removing a folded piece of paper from his suit coat pocket, then thrusting in Wilkinson’s direction, Cromwall tilt his head and wait for a responds. “I have just talked with her Majesty myself and in person no more than several hours ago.” “What is this?” “Read it, Wilkinson. That was the purpose of handing it to you. I think you’ll find it interesting.” Sterling glances on the paper his eyes run quickly from side to side with a frown gracing his face just as he comes to the end. “I have to say it’s too late for this. The Hydra’s crew has leave England and is now in , somewhere.” “What do you mean somewhere? Call them off immediately and don’t say you can’t. With all of your bragging about it being the Zodiac’s twin I am sure it has all the equipment available for successfully transmitting calls.”

“If I call them now, it would mean a chance of them being killed, know Zodiac can hear any communications between countries and air craft.” “Do play games, Wilkenson. You know damn well those women will not fire on

your precious piece of shit and you’re trying to justify its use.” Cromwall turns to leave then pauses in mid stride. “You had best find some way of calling that thing off or your head will be on the gallows, for which I am sorry we don’t use anymore. I hope I have made myself clear.” “Do we go on as scheduled, Doctor Wilkenson?” His assistant asks. “Yes. I don’t know how he did it, but the other countries want that jet destroyed.” Sterling faces his male assistant, sternly. “The Queen is out numbered in her decision and that paper is only good if the Zodiac crosses England’s boundaries. Until then there are many more borders that must be crossed.” The crew of the Zodiac were not far from clearing the French Mountains. It seems as through things were well in their favor with the amount of fuel they had left. Steward looks again on the console then the fuel gages they had not choice but to lower their attitude making them more susceptible to being more visible and fighter attacks. John, seated in the Navigator’s seat, had relieved the French woman Claudia De’Minosa from her duties, since there would be no communicating with anyone. Roberts. “So, Mr. Barn.” John’s attention was focus on the clouds ahead. “That sounds funny calling you Barn and not Bond.” “I’ve heard that many times before.” He utters softly. “How does it feel to sit in the cockpit of the world’s most wanted jet?” “Just like sitting in any other one, except for all the fancy gadgetry.” Look around the cockpit then briefly the female pilot. “I think with a little training I can handle this baby.” “Just to let you know. It took us a good many months to learn this jet.” Roberts eyes displayed some dislike for Fernardez remark. “This is not just some fighter jet you may have flown in the service. It’s a… .” “I know it’s a high tech piece aircraft with all the trimmings and I’m sure you take pride in being the first to fly it.” As the two continue their discussion, Pearl looks outward, her face turning almost pale white.

“I hate to mention this but there’s something I think you two should see.” “What is it?” Jean was about to say something else when she turns to notice the same thing her copilot had noticed. Three French fighters barring down on them from behind the mountains. With Fernardez seated in De’Minosa’s position and he and Roberts deep into their conversion the agent failed to see the three jets on the monitor screen in front of him. “How many more of those bastards are there?” Roberts yells turning quickly to John as she banks a left behind the mountains. “I see three but there’s something else less than thirty miles behind them.” Fernardez could see whatever it was it was not as small as the three jets on their rear. “It’s stationary right now and doesn’t seem to be moving.” Pearl Steward. “That’s impossible. Professor Orlandis made only one Zodiac and she would have told us about it.”

“Unless…” Chin Wang’s pauses and had both Pearl and Jean turning in silence, waiting for her to finish. “Unless Wilkinson was making one in the other section of the hangar.” “He was.” A soft Canadian voice replies. Pat Pasco stood out of breath and frighten. “You known about that damn thing? Why didn’t you tell someone? You known that mad man was making another jet like this and you didn’t say a word?” “I was not sure what it was or what it would be used for. Just some dumb liking toy of his.” Fernardez continues focusing on the monitor to see the verge shape of the Hydra silhouetted in red on the light blue screen. “So far his dumb toy hasn’t moved and I hope it’s not rigged like us.” Steward and Chin noticed the three French jets gaining even as Jean continues trying to elude them through the mountains and clouds. The chase was becoming heated the strange part of it was that none of the jets made an effort in firing on

them… at least for the time being. The Steward and Pasco continued their arguing until John cut it short with a loud yell. “Look, you two. This is very interesting I am sure but we have other things to worrying about at the moment. We have three fighters on our ass along with something out there that we don’t know about.” “He’s right. Give me a barring on those jets, Pearl. We might not have enough fuel to take her up again and if not we can try our best to out run those bastards.” The sky roars with the sound of jets zooming through the misty mountains. It was a scene straight out of a Star Wars movie as the landscape makes sudden chances with even twist and turns the Zodiac makes. It finds deep ravines cutting corners sharply with blue flames trailing the rear and the fighter jets caught in its wake. John and the others could feel themselves being forced back in their seats as the G-force of the jet takes hold. “Are you still with me, Pearl?” Roberts hand pulls back several inches on the throttles. Steward did all she could to keep from screaming out loud and seeing the expression on her lead pilot’s face. It was a look of madness mixed with anger. “If they can catch us now then they’re a hell of a lot better than I thought.” Jean murmured. John also notice the expression. It didn’t bother him he had seen it several times in men who were determent to seek their freedom, including himself at times. Without the use of the rear camera that had been destroyed there was no way of telling just how well their attempts were, only the cheering of the women in the cabin section alerts both him and his female pilots of their success. John. “You’re a hell of a flier, Roberts. Now if you could just slow this thing down a bit I can peel myself from my seat.” “Don’t be so confident, Mr. Barn.” Jean smiles slightly. “See I told you this was more than just your average aircraft. Not that I am rubbing it in.” She casually faces outward again. There was another surprise awaiting the super jet and Roberts soon sees it. “Pearl.” “What is that, Jean?” “What in God’s name is that ahead?”

“That’s our UFO.” She replies. “I see now why they didn’t fire a shot. They were rounding us up toward its direction.”

Just several miles ahead the Hydra looms hovering over a deep ravine like some winged creature of prey. Roberts slows her approach and hovers then glances on the others in the cockpit in silence. Both air crafts were now standing still in the misty cloud covered sky facing each while John and his female companions decide their next move. There was no other choice left going back was out of the question with the three fighters still somewhere behind them and going ahead was doubtful, not know just what the dark colored jet could do. Pearl. “Any suggestions, Mr. Barn?” His eyes scan the surroundings. “There’s only one suggestion but you’ll have to be quick about it.” Looking on the few houses on the ground below. “Start forward and when I give the word I want you to make a sudden dive.” “I hope you know what the hell you’re doing, Barn.” Roberts moving the throttles slowly back while still in hover mode and the Zodiac glides forward “This is the Hydra to base.” The silence between the craft and Sterling Wilkinson is broken making any and all suggestive actions of the war jet known. “The French fighters have lead the jet right to us and they’re standing still for the moment. What would you have us do now?” Wilkinson had the speakers up loud enough for those standing in the room with him to hear. “Radio them. Let’s see if they are willing to give themselves up and if not. You know what I told you.” The pilot nods his head in the direction of his copilot. Several attempts are made to communicate with the super jet but the airway remaining quiet. They watch as the jet makes its way toward them with no reply and men of the deadly jet have come to the conclusion it was an action of defiance. “I don’t think they know what they’re doing. They’re coming straight at us, Doctor Wilkinson.” “They know. Trust me they know. Do what you have to do to stop them.”

“Yes, sir.” The pilot leans forward placing his hand one of many buttons on the console, then looks on his copilot. “They must be crazy. We know what that jet can do and we’re more than ready to deal with it.” The two jets hover like two gunfighters staring each other down before firing a shot. John along with Chin watch Pearl and Roberts as they guide the jet forward. Their faces were sweaty but they carryout John’s instructions to the letter not knowing what he had in mind. Both jets were now within range of each other to the point they could almost see inside each other’s cockpits when Fernardez yells out. “Kick it. Do it now.” The Zodiac takes a sudden dive and continues downward in the direction of the small farm houses below with the four pilots looking on in amazement. The act was something quit unexpected and seemingly without purpose. They follow just enough to see what would happen next. The ground quickly approaches and even Jean, whose daring actions had her fellow in doubt, was now feeling the fear they had felt before. “When, Mr. Barn. When do you want me to pull up?” “Just keep going.”

It wasn’t long before the four men thought they knew what was about to happen. The Hydra wastes no time in their pursuit yet leaving enough room for errect, if any. Pearl looks on the gages 55 thousand feet, 42 thousand then 30 thousand feet. “Now, pull up.” John yells. Quickly he instructs both women on a new course. Fernardez turns looking upward on the black jet as it tries to maneuver through the mountainous ravine. “That should give us a little more time. Head along the field and stay close to the farms.” Roberts. “I have two questions to ask. One. What was that all about? Secondly. What would flying near the farms accomplish? That thing is still behind us.” “To answer your second question. It will keep them from firing on us if innocent people are in the way.” Jean noticed the three French Fighter jets approaching ahead. John’s idea was playing a major role now. Being close to the populated

area would stop any attempts on both the jet fighters and the Sterling’s aircraft from using missiles, whether guided or not. “We should stick closely to this area, until we reach some place where we can lose them entirely. As long as there’s civilians below those men willn’t fire a shot, for fear of casualties.” “What about that sudden dive? You still haven’t answered that one.” “Well, my dear Ms. Roberts. That was to see if they would follow with hopes they would be unable to pull up in time. You got it now?” “I don’t why I didn’t think of it. We could have used the disrupters.” Pearl replied looking back. “I’m glade you didn’t. That would be just as bad as we had taken those farmer’s lives ourselves. If that thing had crashed we would have been the cause of innocent people being killed.” John’s remarks made sense. The object of the whole thing was to deter their aggressors from shooting them down, then find a suitable way of keeping them at bay and for the moment it was working. Wilkinson continued waiting for the results of the Hydra’s encounter. For a moment there was only static over the airways broken shortly by one of the pilots. “Sir. They’re still on the run.” “What the hell do you mean they’re still running. You have the capability of bringing them down so use it for Christ shakes.” The copilot leaning forward. “We can’t, sir. They are over populated terrain and there’s too many homes down there.” “What about the French fighters are they still with you?” “Yes, sir. They’re holding off as well.” Wilkinson pounds his hand on the desk. “Damn that bloody jet. I want you on their asses and stand on them. I have to deal with the damn authorities here to justify my actions as well as yours.” “They’re not far from heading back to the French border, sir. They’ll be between Italy and Switzerland and once they reach it the fighters will bare off.”

“Then we’ll do without them. Just stick with them and don’t leave that Goddamn jet out of your sights. They’ll need fuel and a place to land so and when they do they’re ours.”

It was true, in their battle Roberts had turned the Zodiac around unknowingly in the direction of both Italy and Switzerland, it was several minutes before both she and John had notice. The two women wipe the sweat from their foreheads but the danger was not over by a long shot the Hydra and its escorts were still following from a distance, far enough to remain unseen. Fernardez peers briefly outward to see nothing but more mountains and farm land. He soon cuts his eyes on Jean and Pearl. “Look, you two. I you look as if you can use some rest.” “Who’s going to take the controls while we do that?” Pearl remarks. “I will. Chin is with me and she can show me the basics.” Fernardez smiles on the Asian woman and she returns it. “All I need from you two is some fresh bodies when I need them. Now go on and get some rest.” Both women were about to enter the cabin section when Paula Winslow made her way inside. They said nothing but from the looks on the two women’s faces she knew they had been through a horrifying experience, as did the others in the cabin. “I though you might want some company, Mr. Barn.” Winslow slowly seats herself in the copilot’s seat. “Who gave you the permission to sit in the pilot’s chair? You never flown this jet before.” “Why, you” “Should I?” “I think I have the knack of this aircraft by now. As far as our unwanted company is concern.” Chin takes over the Navigator’s position then looks on the couple with a smile. “I think we still have that part to take care of.”

Chin. “He’s right. They’re still following behind us within a 267 mile radius.” “If we can stick within the boundaries of both the Italian government and the Swedish government we may have a chance of loosing them, somehow.” “I hope that time is soon, Mr. Barn. We’ll be in need of fuel shortly.” Chin remarks glancing on the gages. The needle was coming dangerously close to less than a half full on the second tank the first was now completely empty and two more still full. There were two spare tanks used for hovering purposes, while had just a little more to offer in the way of hope, but would have to be used sparingly and if not the Zodiac would be just another ordinary aircraft. The road out of was not far from the German Air Base. Captain Hon Le’Van had smooth things over with his base Commander but as a punishment it was his duty to escort Yarlin and Fairbanks team from that part of the country. As the trucks move along both men sit next to the Captain with his eyes staring on the road ahead. Le’Van turns slightly. “I am sorry for the way things have turned out but rest assured the prisoners will be taken care of.” “Thanks. I could use some reassurance.” Yarlin turning to the window looking on the ing countryside. “This was supposed to be a silent way of relieving your country in the problem of convincing the others they had nothing to do with those attacks.” “I have never had a mission fail totally. This will be the first in years.” Fairbanks adds.

“I am sure you both had good intentions. It’s unfortunate for my country that they can not see it. By the way. Tell our mutual s I will still in some way do my best to assist him.” Some minutes later the trucks carrying the team arrive at the airport, with his men helping to unload what few things Fairbanks and his men had, Le’Van turns for the final time with his hand extended to both Agent Yarlin and Sergeant Fairbanks.

“Well, I guess this is good-bye, gentlemen. The best of luck in your endeavors and there will be no hard feelings between countries.” Both men turn and walk off with the German Captain looking on. With the sound of the huge cargo plane’s props cutting the air and the team settle in the enger section of the huge C-130 as both the young agent and their leader walk in. Fairbanks. “Gentlemen, this is a most distressing moment, one that will not be dismissed.” His second in command looks forward on the cockpit the two German pilots were busy reading themselves for the flight, with headsets on they could not hear what was being said. “So what now, sir. We know the problem we just don’t know where the jet is.” “Well, now.” Fairbanks looks to the cockpit before moving closer to his men. “That part we can handle. We’ll get these chaps to take us to a neutral setting some place where I can make a call to find that out.” “Where is that?” Yarlin leans over with his hands clasp between his legs. “Switzerland. A place where we can act when the time is right. It’s perfect. It’s not far from the action and with the Zodiac somewhere within the boundaries of those nearby countries. It will be easier to respond if need be.” Sergeant Bell. “What about our agencies? I would imagine by now they got wind of our misfortune from Captain Le’Vans commanding officer.” “Perhaps. You see lad the way I take it and I am sure the old man.” Referring to the Brigadier General. “This whole bloody mess needs all the input we can muster up and he is not one to turn down such opportunities. I don’t know about you chaps in the States but the General can be pursued if the idea is reasonable.” The Zodiac es through the thick clouds over the mountains of the bordering countries of French and . Chin and Pearl, now relieved by Mattie Swazit and Tishina Borgisliski, head for the cabin to for some rest of the crew. Mattie keeps a close eye on the screen still showing the three fighters and the Hydra following in the distance. “When are they going to stop following us and let us be.” She remarks softly through the humming of the jet’s equipment.

“That might not be for some time.” John’s head turns in her direction. “As long as those fighters are not firing on us could almost care less. How much longer before we reach the over the French border?” “On the course and speed we’re now on it will be five hours.” She charts the route her finger moves slowly along the map then stops suddenly. “We may have one problem and I said maybe. There are mountains ranging some miles along the two countries. We’ll have to increase attitude to make it safely beyond them.” “Then will decrease fuel.” “Chin’s right. It would take more fuel to assent over the mountains and put us in danger of being fired on.”

“That’s what we’ll have to do and hopefully someone other than us will find the need to conserve refuel.” Standing to let Tishina take control, Fernardez heads for the cabin section with the others. The cabin was dark lit only by the small soft red lights lining the ceilings. It was just enough for him to see his way through to where Paula Winslow was sitting slumped slightly in her seat. She had spent most of her time tending Helda’s wounds and was now sound asleep. As far as John knew all the women in the cabin section of the jet were too tired and sleepy to glance over to see him gently kiss Winslow’s forehead, before seating himself next to her. A slight smile grows on her face a soft moan is heard and she snuggles closer. “Was that another one of your acts of theft.” Her eyes still closed Paula turns her head to his cheat and moving even closer. “I guess you can say that. I guess you can have me arrested since you catch me.” “No. That wouldn’t be to my advantage.” Winslow opens her eyes slowly her hand gently moves toward his face before moving it to hers. “I think I’ll place you under personal custody for interrogation.” “I always thought women made better interrogators and in some ways they get what they ask for.”

“What about that woman what’s her name?” “That’s an exception.” There were two crew who were not sleeping but appeared to be Chin Wang and Pearl Steward seated in different seats yet facing in the direction of the couple. They notice the exchange of kisses that ended up being longer than a mare peck on the cheek. They continue watching for a few minutes Pearl chuckles to herself before finally closing her eyes Chin whose iration for Fernardez seemed more that a ing fancy, just smiles. Five hours later both Tishina and Mattie continue on course they both glance down on the landscape with smiling faces they were not far from the Swiss border. Tishina. “Mattie. Take a look and see if those jets are behind us.” Swazit checks the screen for a moment she sees no signs of air craft but then suddenly her eyes widen. On the screen was the large triangular sharp seeming motionless in the night sky. “This is not good at all. I can’t find the fighter jets but that other thing is still with us, baring straight ahead.” “Damn. The others are all tired out and I don’t think this is the time to alarm them just yet.” That’s bullshit. If anyone back there can help handle this problem it would be, Mr. Barn, Jean and Paula.” Swazit remarks, keeping her tone of voice down to a whisper. “So far they got us through most of the problems we have and the one we have now makes this the perfect time to wake one of the three up.” “Suppose…” “Listen, Tishina. There is no supposing. Get anyone of the three back there and have them get their asses up here.” Mattie begins undoing the Russian woman’s seat belt, then give her a gently but firm shove toward the cockpit’s door.

CHAPTER TWELVE

HIGH TECH DOG FIGHT

Tishina mutters something in Russian a curse word not even Mattie, being of German heritage understood. She immediately rushes to the cabin section and alerts the others still sleeping but John was Tishina’s main target. “Mr. Barn. That thing is just ahead of us and has been following us ever since the French fighters left.” John quickly standing to his feet with Paula not far behind. He rushes to the cockpit and ’s the German pilot. “Where is it?” “A little more than 400 kilometers ahead. It’s as if they were cutting us off for some reason.” She turns almost in a panic. “They will kill us I know they will. If they have everything like we have they’ll know every move we make.” “There is always a flaw somewhere and we have to find it.” Quickly seating himself in the pilot’s seat with both hands positioned on the throttles, Fernardez takes control. “We’ve come too far to let them stop us now. Let’s see where that flaw is.” He pulls the controls back full the Zodiac rockets forward with a sudden burst of blue flames trailing it. The skies seem clear for a moment when suddenly ahead of them stood the black jet posed and ready. “Let’s see if they have the speed to keep up.” Winslow. “What about our fuel situation?” “They’ve been tailing us this far and I would imagine they have just as much fuel as we do. We out run them or try and loss them somewhere along the way until we can land and hide.” Banking a sharp right, John causes the jet to tilt side ways like a shark making its

turn in the depths. The pilot of the Hydra anticipated their possible escape efforts to the neutral country. Switzerland was the only country that came to mind where most people would dare to venture to escape prison or conceal stolen currency and has been for years. The two jets were low enough that anyone on the ground could witness their movements and hear their thundering roar. They were on the border line between the three countries of Switzerland, Italy and French. John would try his best to stay just on that edge as an advantage point against at least two of the countries from attacking them. The tips of the snow covered mountain spanning for miles was a scenic view and would have been something to marvel at, if not for the Zodiac’s situation. Mattie told the controls as Navigator, with Winslow taking the copilot’s seat, the super jet had the speed but there was something it didn’t have, fire power something Sterling’s jet possessed… at least the women were not aware of it nor Fernardez. John and Paula continue to elude their pursuers with sharp turns then sudden dives. The men in the black aircraft launch several heat-seeking projectiles and now it was time for a show of force. “Hit that button to your left.” Paula yells, noticing the streaking objects heading their way. Fernardez follows her instructs with not a moment too soon Paula had finally detected the onboard missiles Van Dorne had placed on the jet. The explosion causes a sudden burst of light as both the Zodiac’s projectiles and the Hydra’s hit head on. “Damn, Winslow. I wish we had known we had some mussel some time ago. How?” “I just happen to glance on the instrument to see we had some extra weight. It showed there were newly installed missiles. There are only two more left, unfortunately for us.”

The Hydra pilots were now taking more care in their attack. They were told their target was an unarmed aircraft but now saw things differently. Again the black jet relieves yet another heat seeking projectile but this time Fernardez holds back on using the last missiles for fear of civilian casualties below. The flames from the oncoming missile released by their pursuer streak through the night sky. Winslow presses another button but this time using other methods of reflection the danger. From the rear of their project jet two small square boxes drift slowly

in the missile’s path. Winslow cuts the engines enough to stop the thrusters on the aft section of the Zodiac then went into hover mode. Turning back Fernardez watched as the two boxes ignite like solar flares drawing the missiles away until they explode harmlessly some distance away. “Nice work, Paula. I didn’t know this thing had such devices. Orlandis thought this aircraft through thoroughly.” “It was thought to be useful knowing some countries wouldn’t like the idea of this project jet existing. Now, it’s our turn. Let’s see if they have disrupts.” Again, Winslow reaches for a set of buttons with hopes it would disable the Hydra’s electronic workings. Several seconds the Hydra was still gain and she es the dark red button again. John could see it on her face something was not working. “I take it that part of the idea is a failure.” He remarks, banking the jet again with the Hydra ing overhead. “They’ll be coming back. Got anymore tricks we can use?” “We’re flying without communications and without a rear camera system. We have a bull riddled hull and a wounded crew member. I can’t think of anything else we might have in our favor at this point.” Just then the sound of heavy gun fire ripping away at the hull and sparks flying along side it has Winslow and Fernardez ducking their heads. It was lucky for them the windshield of their jet was too small to make a good target and as far as the hull, it could still stand a beating but the impact of the projectiles comes close to shattering what glass there was. “They’re making another .” Tishina yells. From the small side windows on the right the others could see the black jet making another approach. They could feel the Zodiac cutting a sharp left then lifting suddenly skyward the tip of the mountains below. Those in the cabin section of the super jet were now in panic after a rude awakening. “What the hell is going on up there?” Wong could hardly pronounce the words correctly her remarks were almost a laughing matter, yet serious in tone. “Who has the controls?”

Steward looks through the crack of the cockpit door. “Mr. Barn and Paula are controlling this thing. Does he know anything about flying?” “I think I asked him that question and from what I got, he knows something about regular aircraft.” Roberts replies. “If I am correct, Chin was supposed to have given him the basics.” John. “I hope there are parachutes in this jet.” “Yes, there’s enough for all of us, and a spare.” Mattie was referring to O’brian’s chute. “Do you think we need them?” Fernardez and Winslow both cut their eyes briefly on the German woman as if she didn’t know the question was somewhat out of order. “I just asked.” One woman member noticed smoke bellowing out of one of the wing sections and pieces of the cameras in the forward section flies the window. It was a clear case they had been hit and somewhat disabled again how badly was the question.

John could see he couldn’t pull the throttles back any further he had given it all he had and somehow the damage from the cameras had knockout some of the Zodiac’s engines. Mattie glanced on the fuel gauges the needle of one gage was quickly dropping to the empty mark, too fast as far as she was concern. From the side window of the cockpit she sees the splatter of avgas along with more debris from the disabled cameras. “I hope you two don’t think this fight is going to last much longer.” Her voice alerted the others something else had gone sour in their attempts of losing their pursuers. “There’s fuel leaking from one of the engines and the tank is quickly draining toward empty.” “Shit. With them knocking out the cameras the pieces must have struck a tank.” Roberts. “That means now there are two fuel tanks going low.” She looks on the dark skies. John’s idea ing farm land as a guarantee against more attacks was now just a pipe dream. The area below was all flat land for the more part with mountainous terrain looming ahead. “We have two tanks to depend on not to mention the two used for hovering purposes.”

“Head for the nearest ravine or highest mountain flat.” Fernardez switches to the two full tanks of fuel giving them more flight time. “Are you out of your head, James? We’ll never make the height let alone clear the mountain peaks. This is not some game we’re playing.” “Paula, just do it. If you want to live. If there is any way of getting us out of danger and out of sight of that f… king thing from hell Sterling created do it.” Winslow silently faces Mattie Swazit who shrugs her shoulders before Winslow turns back to the controls. The mountains were now approaching rapidly but Winslow follows Fernardez instructions to the letter. “Does this jet have an automatic pilot device?” John asks. “Well, yes. Why?” “I mean can it hover on its own for a few minutes.” John’s eyes never leave sight of the oncoming mountains. Roberts heard the hesitation in Paula’s voice and the gap between her replies. She was taking too long to answer the agent’s questions and at a perilous time. “Goddamn, Paula. Stop farting around and answer him before there is no need for answers. At this speed we’ll all be lying on the side of these mountains be the time you decide to speak up.” “Yes. It can hover on its own but as you said, for a short period of time.” John banks the jet again almost taking it through the open of the mountainside completely side ways enough to elude the flying black menace behind them, if not only for a few moments. “Go and tell the others to strap on their parachutes while I find a place to bring it down.” Mattie wastes no time in following his orders. She was one of the first to retrieve one of the light gray chutes from the chest before handing out more to the other women. “We don’t have much time so hurry it up.”

Fernardez had successfully escaped the Hydra’s sights his constant display of daring and aerobatics was something the men in the black jet was not expecting their well-be target. The agent failed to give his reasons for asking what he did

of Paula Winslow he would allow his actions to speak for him. Now soaring through more favorable conditions in the mountainous age, Fernardez finds a level surface on a much short mountainside. “All right ladies this is it.” The women look down on the level ground of the mountain terrain. There were a huge among of trees and brush covering area and far from the snow covered grounds beyond the landscape they were now gazing on. John was somewhat knowledgeable of how the super jet operated, but there were still a few things he needed to know. Roberts and Paula were still at the controls being the Zodiac into hover mode. For a moment it sways softly in mid air just high enough for the women to make their way by ladder to the forest below. There was still some space left between the ground and the end of their rope ladder but each woman made the jump without incident leaving, Fernardez, Winslow and Roberts still aboard. “I want you to show me where the flares are along with the button that is for the automatic pilot. After that you and Jean take any medical supplies along with anything else that is needed with you.” Winslow looks puzzled her head turns slightly in Roberts direction before pointing out the buttons Fernardez wanted to know about. “The automatic pilot control button is that one on the left and the one to used to engage the propulsion units are there in the center of the console. The red ones. What are you going to do? Everyone is strapped with parachutes but we didn’t need them. You don’t have on.” “Don’t worry about me. I’ll see you when I get back. Now start climbing. It willn’t be long before Sterling’s monster finds us and rounds the bend.” “You plan to stop them don’t you, cowboy?” Jean remarks, still standing behind the Latin agent as Paula starts her descent. “After all we put you through and now you’re taking a chance in making sure we escape clean. Are you sure you’re not the Latin version of 007?” “No, and I’m not trying to be. Getting that jet off our ass once and for all will give us less to worry about. So stop talking and follow Paula down.” Paula makes her way to the emergency hatch with Jean behind her. She then turns quickly bying her second in command grabbing Fernardez then plants a firm kiss to his cheek. “You better not disappoint me or your ass is mine.”

“Is that all you want from me? In that case I rather you have it than our unwanted company. Now, go on with the others.” Paula, standing next to the hitch gives a look of doubt than blows a kiss as if it was the last before climbing downward. Quickly grabbing several flares, John places them next to the window and hatch section before lifting off. With all of the women now safely on the ground they look up to see their jet moving off then out of sight amongst the overcast skies and as John had expected it wasn’t long before the Hydra made its appearance as it soars overhead. Chin, standing next to Pearl and Paula. “You think he’ll make it? There’s a lot of damage done and without any camera on both the front and rear section Barn may not do too well.”

Steward’s heavy English accent gives a tone of confidence in John’s seemingly heroic actions but a worried sigh emerges from Winslow’s lips. Fernardez reaches a heavily tree covered section of the forest and he had just made a sharp bank around the mountain giving him time to do what he had in mind but still the Hydra remains relentless in its pursuit. “There it is. Our prize trophy.” The pilot remarks his visor slowly moving in place. It was his copilot who was now having second thoughts about their actions. “He’s just standing there. You’re not going to shot it down just like that, are you?” “You’re damn right I am. With all the trouble they caused the world will look on us as heroes.” The pilot turns slightly. “This is history in the making, man. The copilot could see his fellow pilot meant business. For a moment he thought he noticed a smile on the man’s face as he targets the super jet for destruction. “You know what old man Wilkinson said. If they don’t surrender blast them out of the sky. Well, that’s what I am about to do.” “This is murder. There are women aboard along with an American agent.

Heroes, hell. You do this and the bloody Americans will be down the Queen’s throat.” The pilot turns suddenly like a mad dog. “You call it what you want and if you don’t like it, you can answer to the old man yourself. For now this is my show and the hell with the Queen’s problem. She is out voted in this matter.” John saw it coming. Placing the Zodiac on automatic pilot for a brief moment he quickly dashes for the well-placed flares then two of the boxes in the rear of the cockpit to deflect the heat seeking missiles he was sure would come. His timing is perfect with the Zodiac hovering over the thick trees below and parachute strapped tightly on the agent waited for the Hydra to make its move. Suddenly, the rippling sound of heavy rounds tiring away at the hull and glass shattering in both the cockpit as well as the cabin section reaches his ears. He lights only the number of flares he needed then crawls back to the controls. “That seems to have taken care of most of our task.” The pilot remarks proudly noticing smoke bellowing from the cockpit and portions of the cabin’s center section. “That’s one jet that willn’t be around to bother anyone again.” The men in Sterling’s deadly jet continued watching as the Zodiac begins to sway with the thick smoke rising from both sides before descending downward behind portions of the mountain’s jagged rock formations. The women saw the Hydra as a small object hovering in the distance over the forest beyond that the thick black cloud of smoke still heading skyward then followed by the thundering sound of an explosion. The battle was brief, if anyone could call it a battle at all and there were no doubts in the women’s minds Fernardez was killed. “I am sorry, Paula.” Chin Wang reaches out touching the Jamaican woman’s shoulder. “We know how you feel. Mr. Barn did everything he could to help and now it’s up to us to continue on the rest of the way.” “Dammit, those lousy bastards.” Roberts turns to a nearby tree then pounds it with her foot. “If there is any way of getting even with Wilkenson and we find out way out of this jam I will personally see to it the score is settled.”

Winslow stood silently taking notice of everyone’s reactions before looking on

the landscape and taking in a deep breath. “Well.” Trying to take a hold of her feelings. “Now that we gotten out of the fire we have to see our way out of the frying pan. How is Helda doing, Steward?” “Still in a pain amount of pain. The bleeding has stopped for the moment but too much moving about will open the wounds again.” “My thing is why Mr. Barn had us take the parachutes if there was no need for them? I only see them as unnecessary and just more for us to carry.” “He had a reason, Liz. What that reason was we’ll never know. We have medical equipment and a few eatable items that should keep us going for a while. It will be nightfall soon so we had best find some place to bed down.” Winslow was still facing outward on the landscape but soon turns about. “Helda. Do you feel you can walk?” The German woman set holding her side her face wrenched in pain due to the climb from the doomed jet. “Give me a few minutes. I think I will make it.” Taking in a deep breath. “We’ll take it slowly. I would say we have at least a few weeks in this forest before seeing civilization. We’re lucky the snow is still on the mountains and not down here.” They were indeed lucky in that respect but the nights would be cold nevertheless and without proper shelter, freezing to death was a sure thing and something. The group gather up their survival gear or what would be concerned as that and march down along the mountainside. The path was not easy nor did it come with moments of seemingly imible hurdles. Gershaw was still an asset to the group in all her pain and misery she was familiar with portions of the German countryside and its bordering neighbors as she should be, having been born and raised in the country. Fernardez had landed the women between both French and borders but is intentions were to reach Switzerland if not for their encounter again with Wilkenson’s black jet. Meanwhile, the Hydra wings its way back across the border, the lead pilot sit in his chair proud of what he had done. He was sure Sterling would also be proud knowing his time of glory was at hand. As for the French fighters. They make once finally over the area making sure with some sorrow, that the Zodiac was destroyed but they had hope to find at least a few survivors. After a few

es over the wreckage, with bellowing smoke and huge flames, the French fighters bare off.

BERN SWITZERLAND, SOME MILES FROM THE FRENCH BORDER. Sergeant Fairbanks and agent Yarlin meet with several officials who they had called upon to perhaps secretly aid them in securing safety for the super jet’s crew . The intentions of the British Soldier now was to find out exactly where the Zodiac was and if it had been spotted. the impact of the news was devastating to Agent Karoll Yarlin when he heard it. he stood in the corner of the Swiss outpost with arms crossed listening to the radio, while Fairbanks spoke with Swiss soldiers. Turning suddenly, Yarlin interrupts the conversion between the sergeant and the men. “Did you made that call yet, Sergeant?” “No. I was just about to. Lieutenant Finley and I were just discussing a few suggestions on how we would deal with the situation.” Turning with hands on his hips. “Now if you would allow me to finish we can may make some progress.”

“You don’t have to finish. Listen to this.” Yarlin nods his head in the direction of the radio still broadcasting the news of what happened along the bordering mountains separating , and Switzerland. It was reported the Zodiac had been shot down closer to ’s borders but still seemingly still in one piece, according to French officials. Fairbanks and the four soldiers move closer to the radio almost blocking Yarlin’s way as they lean toward it. The words seemingly no survivors, strike both the agent and the English Sergeant hard. “Sterlling, that son of a bitch. He’s gone and done it, anyway. Twelve lives struck down even with the orders of the Queen herself he ignores those orders to glorify his own ego.” “The bloody bastard should be shot even if he is an Englishman.” Fairbanks moves from the radio with the Swiss soldier, Lieutenant Finley as his side. “Now what, Sergeant? Here we all are hoping to bring them in alive and now this. I guess we just thank the Lieutenant here for his patience and call it a day.” The British soldier stood silently pondering on the his options. The newscast had

mentioned no survivors and yet the aircraft was not blown to pieces and scattered along the mountainside. Yarlin continues waiting for some sort of reply, as did the Swiss Lieutenant. “I asked for your help in trying to convince you government in getting safe ages to the jet’s crew .” Fairbanks said turning toward the Lieutenant. “Your country would not get involved to that extend, which is understandable. But now it’s a matter of finding what survivors there are so can you do that much?” “I don’t know Sergeant with so many Nations backing the destruction or capture of these crew . It could cause some very difficult issues if we get involved personally.” “Then can you lend us one or two chopper? We’ll do some looking about, ourselves.” Yarlin yells. “Perhaps, that can be arranged. Give me a little time to clear it with my superiors. This matter, as I stated, is a delicate one.” Yarlin stood cooling his temper while glancing on Fairbanks and the others. He soon extends his hand to the Swishes soldier his facial expression giving some inkling of hope. “I guess you can only do so much and I thank you for at least giving it a try, Lieutenant.” Night falls on the forest the eleven women using their survival skills they had prepare to rest themselves after their heroic yet terrifying experience. Paula and Roberts set near a tree watching as the others use their parachutes not only as blankets but tents as well. Liz Corgio and Ave Monet were the ones who figured out why Fernardez instructed them to carry the huge chutes with along with them. “You know. after all that training I still don’t know where the hell we are.” Jean was still looking outward on the dark landscape. “If we didn’t have Helda with us we would be some unhappy campers.” “If you look at fern on the tree bark you’ll know north from south and use it as a com. The fern is always pointing north and from there the rest is easy. we want to head in the other direction of the crash site and for several good reasons.”

“Paula. Give just one and I will be satisfied.”

“One is the possibility of soldiers trying to found us. The other reason is because Switzerland is several miles ahead and I mean several.” “The first reason is good enough. I see why Orlandis chose you to be the lead member.” Roberts chuckled. “I would never have guessed you had some girl scout in you. What happened with using stars and all that stuff?” “That still works.” Winslow’s head turns skyward. “If only there were any stars to use.” Just then Chin Wang strolls over her slender hands wrapped firmly around her midsection. The night was cold Jean and Paula could see Chin Wang’s breath emerging from her lips. The Asian woman turns back on the others before speaking and seating herself next to the tree where her companions were. “I think we were all ready for sleep but the thing is the wildlife out here.” “I would doubt if you have to worry about that. Paula and I have are familiar with some of the area’s inhabitancy, especially the wolves both the two legged type and the four.” “Okay, Jean. You’re frightening her. Go ahead Chin there are no wolves in this area and even so. They are more afraid of us than we are of them.” Wang’s eyes cut on the dark section of trees no far from where she and the others had bed down. “Are you sure? I mean shouldn’t we make a fire or something to keep them away?” “I was just messing with you, Chin. Paula is sure and so am I. Go get some sleep.” Chin hesitates in heading back to Tishina and Pearl, who were sharing the same parachutes’ tent. All of a sudden she poses with Winslow and Roberts looking on. The cracking of tree branches caught Wang’s ears but not her two fellow and for a moment she disregards it as being one of the other women walking about. Moving on she es several trees closely grouped together then without warning Chin feels something touch her from behind

quickly she reacts striking out and forgetting her fears. Each of her blows finds a target with the thumping sound of fists hitting solid flesh. “Dammit, woman. That shit hurts.” Chin had just placed her foot firmly on the ground then stood in a Martial Arts stance after using her foot to connect with her assailant’s face. Her eyes narrow trying to make out the person she had just given a serious beating to. “I wasn’t expecting that kind of a welcome.” “Mr. Barn. I am sorry we thought you were… .” “Dead?” Crouching down with one hand on his face and the other on his stomach. “For a minute I would be. Is everyone all right?” Chin moves slowly toward him with her hand extended outward to lean the agent a hand up. “Yes. Everyone is fine except Helda of course. She still needs medical attention. How did you escape the crash?” “Crash? Hell, there was no crash but that’s a long story.” Chin leads him to the others. Roberts was the first to notice the two making their way amongst them. The fighting was clearly heard amongst the dead leaves and broken tree branches around the women’s camp site. “Well, looks who’s coming to dinner. We have more company girls and now that, Mr. Barn is still amongst the living. Maybe he can help us get to civilization.”

“The first thing I need to do is get over the pounding I just received, Ms. Roberts.” Looking briefly to Chin. “I see you didn’t need any help in setting up camp but a good fire would help things.” After some conversion and planning, John pairs off with Paula and two others. Sleep was the only thing deeply embedded in the Latin agent’s mind after the long journey through the forest to the women’s camp site. His deception with the super jet paid off and John had waited for the men of the Hydra to returns to see if their deed had been accomplished. After some hours of waiting for both the Hydra and French fighter jets buzzed over, Fernardez stealthily worked his way in the same direction the female crew had taken.

Their path was easy to follow with Helda Swazit’s blood droppings brushed against brushes and rocks leading down the mountain’s rugged incline. Pieces of some of the women’s torn clothing hung on thorny tree limbs, due to the women brushing against them. The final touch to his search was the soft voices heard in the silence of the night giving John the exact location of the women and with Swazit’s condition it wouldn’t have taken long before the agent found them. THE AEROTECH BASE IN ENGLAND, TWO DAYS LATER. The news of the Zodiac’s fate was heard by all in the complex specially Doctor Sterling Wilkenson. He was proud to say he had put an end to the threat of the world with his own deadly jet. Wilkenson and his staff stood toasting their accomplice deed and it wasn’t long before, Sterling prepares to raise his glass in triumph when the doors of the room burst open. “What the hell are you doing here? This is a private company party or do I have to remind you?” General Cromwall and Blackman walk swiftly in the direction of the gathering. It was Cromwall whose flared temper has him reaching out grabbing Wilkinson’s collar. “I don’t give a rat’s ass whose company this is. It is now under the scrutiny of her Majesty’s government for which I represent or should I remind you of that?” Pushing the swell headed direction against the bar as his staff looks on in shock. “You were given direct orders to call that jet of yours off. After this you’re be lucky the Queen doesn’t close this blood operation of yours down with you on the street.” “And what is General Blackman doing here? This is out of his jurisdiction.” “He’s here representing his country’s involvement. The US and England had an agreement and you just broke that agreement. He is also here because there were two of his countrymen on board that jet, Agent Barn and Pilot Jean Roberts. That part is secondary to the main issue.” The old English war horse reaches out again grabbing Sterling’s clothing and tightening his grip as he pulls him closer. “The issue now is her Majesty has placed an order that you not make any plans for the moment to construct anymore jets in this rat hole of a complex.” “That goes for the one in the United States as well.” Blackman adds, moving forward behind his British counterpart. “If that is ignored on both ends you will be raising a glass of water in a federal penitentiary.”

“This is insane. I have just stopped the roguish attacks on innocent civilians in the world and now I have orders to shutdown my complex. This political assassination and ingratitude.” Cromwell loosens his hold on Sterling’s shirt then moves back moving. His eyes move up and down the man’s form while Wilkinson straightens his clothes.

“You’re a loose screw in the workings of human society and need some tightening. If I had my way, Sterling. I would place you in that bloody jet of yours and blow it to hell.” Cromwell turns with Blackman following him to the door. It was moments later the old Brigadier turns again looking around the room filled with staff member some still holding their glasses staring with bewildered looks. “I hope all of you know what you have just done and as far as I am concern, you all had a hand in committed murder.” The two Generals make their way to the car waiting with the driver standing next to it then stop half way to speak. “One of my men called from Switzerland, General Blackman.” “When? We both thought we had things under wraps in their operation.” “A few hours after the German government escorted them from the country and that was four days ago. Sergeant Fairbanks is not far from and ’s borders.” “So where is he now?” “He and Agent Yarlin are still in Switzerland, as I stated. They’re making some sort of arrangements to form a search party to double check for survivors.” “And the French? According to the news broadcasts there were no survivors.” “They were too close to the Switzerland’s border from the word I received to actually do a thorough check of the area. For all we know. Barn and the women could have wondered off somewhere in the mountains.” Cromwall’s hand extends outward to the car’s rear section. The driver wastes no time in opening the door to allow both men inside.

Blackwell. “What do we do now?” “We have to wait, old chap. That’s all we can do for the moment until my officer and his men have come up with a search party. When they do they will not be considered a convert OPS team but a search and rescue unit.” “Giving them a reason for being in the country.” The Afro-American General adds. “That’s a nice touch. Let’s just how they can pull it off before too long. Those mountains get pretty cold this time of the year.” The limousine carrying both Generals soon makes its way from the AeroTech base to London. There was no telling just how long it would take Fairbanks and Yarlin to persuade the Swish authorities to lean a hand in the new mission the elite team had plan but Brigadier General Charles Cromwall had faith in his Sergeant it would be done. Four days . John’s skills differed from what the women had been trained. From is hard-core military training the Zodiac crew’s training was out of a Girl Scout book for casual camping trips. He had manage to gather up what fish he could catch from a nearby stream and a few eatable plants to make some strange concoction unrecognizable to the others as a meal it was hunger then helped the meal go down. Later that night, seated by roaring camp fire, John sips coffee from an empty can of meat. Later with the flickering light of the fire on his face the agent removes a piece of a broken mirror from his pocket something he had taken from the jet’s wreckage, along with other useable items. He glances at himself his battle scares were few as far as his facial appearance, but both his shoulder and side were the main issues. John listens to the whispering voices of four women talking amongst themselves less than fifty yards from where he was seated as he continues gazing in the broken mirror.

“Damn. I wish you were here. I surely could use manly conversion right now.” Dwelling on Agent Edward Ellis a man he trusted with his life as well as he trusted Agent Tim Ward. He leans his back against the tree, then raised one leg and propping his arm on it while he continues looking outward. Paula Winslow later seats herself next to him silently for a moment with neither she or Fernardez speaking a word. They look skyward almost at the same time then finally the silence is broken.

Winslow. “What do you think is going to happen to us? We lost the Zodiac we’re stranded in the middle of nowhere and none of the other countries will take us in. Sounds pretty gloomy, uh?” “If you could get rid of those flight suits each of you could slip quietly into another country and start over.” Turning his head briefly in her way. “At least you don’t have to worry about living in the employment of Van Dorne and her organization.” “You really mean that, don’t you?” “Sure, I do. It stands to reason why Van Dorne didn’t want to kill all of you and she had some idea something like this could possibly take place. The woman is no dummy, trust my word on that.” Paula slides closer to him then gently reaches for Fernardez arm placing it around her waist. That’s when the camp fire wasn’t the only thing starting to raise sparks. “Tell me more about you, James. if that’s really your name. What makes a man like you do certain things.” “You know now I’m a spy and you know my name. Trust me on the name part as well it’s Barn… James Barn, without the E on the end.” “My real question is were or are you married and is so do you have children?” “You are a curious person, aren’t you? Let’s start with one question at a time.” Fernardez repositions himself making himself better situated. “First of all no children that I know of. Secondly. No, I’m not married. Can’t afford the luxury, if anyone could call it that.” Winslow cuddles her head on his chest while looking on the dark landscape her soft voice continues hammering out with more questions. “Had you ever through about it, you know getting married?” “I think about it all the time but that’s all it amount to just thinking on it.” John thought of three women in his life he would consider marrying all but one was still living a life somewhat like his. Priscilla Personsia the Spanish hit woman working for the British Secret Service and Carmilla Marcie daughter of a wealthy South American Gauche, not to mention Cleo Ra Dara the slender

Egyptian agent who served with him on two occasions. There were more women in John’s life but at this point they meant little to him. Fernardez purposely neglected to speak in details of his love life to Winslow it wouldn’t be what she wanted to hear and he knew it. His honesty at this moment would not be fitting. “You must have had many women iring you in your daring exploits. surely they have asked the same questions.” “I have had some ask.” Again he looks down on the Jamaican woman’s face. “Let’s just say with what I do there is no time for either long or short term relationships and I let them know it. Even if it was possible. There would always be that fear of loosing that person because of what I do.”

“Have you ever stayed with someone long?” Fernardez lets out with a soft but audible sigh. Paula Winslow knew right then she was pushing her inquires to the limit. She starts to ask another question but is stopped in the middle of it. “Let me just say this much.” The agent shifts his weight again with Paula slightly sitting upward. “I come close to a dreamy life but for some reason it became a nightmare. I look at it this way. If I make someone happy for a few brief moment it’s better than not at all, in my book.” “I guess that answers most of my questions.” “I am not insensitive to people’s feelings so don’t take it as such. If anything my reasons for not getting deeply involved is to protect those feelings. Theirs and mine.” John has a half hearted smile then felt his female companion shriving from the cold air. “Let me get us a parachute. No need in dying from this chilly mountain air.” John turns in the direction of Winslow’s makeshift tent with Jean Roberts sleeping soundly inside. Even with the few leaves that surrounded it, Fernardez foot steps were never heard. Paula waited less than five minutes before the agent returns doubling the huge parachute and making it suitable for their needs. “You didn’t have to do this, you know.” John had just finished folding the chute. “I could have just as well gone inside.” “Since you’re here I figured with the air against your face and a warm fire close by you would relax much better then in the tent.” Slides next Paula, John covers

her and himself with the light blue parachute. It wasn’t long before the couple drift off wrapped in each others arms. Chin Wang, Liz Corgio and Pearl Steward happen to walk after finishing their lengthy conversion and noticed the couple sleeping soundly. Wang spreads her arms in front of the others then places her finger to her lips and whispers. “Don’t wake them. I am sure they are fine just as they are. What a lovely sight two people in the face of danger sleeping like babies in each other’s arms.” “You wish it was you. Don’t you Chin?” The Asian woman suddenly places her hand to her chest with her mouth gapped open. “Don’t give me that.” Corgio remarks. “We all noticed how you have been looking at, Mr. Barn since he first showed up and that’s why you continued to stick close to him.” Wang smiles then looks on the sleeping couple one last time. “I know you and Mr. Barn would end up eventually again in each others arms.” Whispering in Winslow’s direction. “Girl you better hold tight. You have competition out here.” The soft chuckling of the three women moves off in the distance in the direction of their tents leaving Paula and John still resting comfortably.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

MAYBE ANOTHER TIME

WINGING THEIR WAY OVER THE SWISS MOUNTAINS, Yarlin along with Fairbanks and his team head in the direction of the crash site. It did some doing for the sergeant to persuade the Swiss authorities to lend them three helicopters so they could make their search of the area. Fairbanks rode in the second chopper with Karoll in the first, seated close to the sliding door of the huge chopper. His eyes scan the mountain terrain for brief periods at a time, before using the binoculars to see farther. He and Fairbanks keep in touch by the use of hand held radios both reporting in each few minutes. “This is going to be a long day old chap. Do you have that feeling?” The young agent adjusts the earpiece to his radio to hear the British soldier speak. Between the heavy rumbling of the helicopter’s propellers and the wind whipping through the sliding door, Yarlin heard muffled words coming from the radio. Yarlin. “If the German government was willing to lend a hand in the beginning we wouldn’t have to search this far, Fairbanks. What gave you the notion to start between and Switzerland anyway?” “Let’s just say it was a hunch. The French said the jet was down but not totally destroyed. Although, there was smoke coming from the interior section.” “So. It burnt out.” “No, lad. There was an old trick the Germans used in submarines during World War One. When they thought the enemy was over taking them they would use whatever was not fasten down and eject it from the torpedo tubes giving the effect of the submarine being damages or destroyed.” Yarlin’s hand presses against the earpiece his eyes still scanning the landscape. “We’re talking about an aircraft, not a submarine.”

“Same difference, son. I worked with Barn before and knowing him he could have found something to give such an effect and throw Sterling’s men off guard. Besides. The Zodiac was said to be in one piece.” “Wishful thinking. I hope for our sake you’re right and this search ends successfully.” Fairbanks taps the pilot on the arm then instructs him to take the chopper farther to the left of the towering mountains. “From what I was told, we should be within a hundred miles from the crash site and well into French airspace. If and when we are done here tell Lieutenant Finley we appreciate his cooperation in this matter.” The three choppers continue flying over the towering snow cap mountainous terrain. With gusty winds hampering their attempts and thick patches of evergreens it was increasingly hard to pick out any human remains if any as well as the super jet. Sergeant Fairbanks was hoping either John or either his stranded companions would hear the sound of the three choppers and make some type of signal to shorten the search once the helicopters were near. As for Agent Yarlin. His biggest concern was casualties if any and the elements that the Zodiac crew were subjected to. It had been a week since the reported downing of the super jet and within at week the climate reportedly had changed drastically.

The Swish choppers pan out just enough to take in the wide terrain yet keeping sight of each other. Karoll places his binoculars to his face while strapped firmly in his seat with the sliding door partially open. “I have one question, Sergeant.” “And what’s that, lad?” “Do you think Barn will be there knowing he and the women are wanted felons?” Yarlin receives got no reply and he softly murmurs to himself saying he was hoping that would be the case. As the sun rises over the crest of the mountains. John and Paula emerge from their parachute blank after hours of sleeping in the open. The smell of fresh air and grass for the moment gives a feeling of being in some other place free from the problems they were facing.

Slowly the other women them with Liz and Steward aiding Helda to her feet. Roberts, exiting her tent then stretching before placing her hands on her hips, looks on the couple. “Now that this day has started. When do we start moving and in what direction?” John looks to both to the left then to the right of the landscape. “I’ve giving it some thought.” Watching the two women struggling with Gershaw. “This is one situation that we can’t avoid and that’s this rocky terrain. No matter where we turn there are more steep hills to climb along with the fact Helda’s injuries aren’t getting any better. We head back to the crash site.” “What?” “You heard me.” Spinning around to face Roberts still gathering what items she had brought with her. “We head back to the crash site. It’s obvious Helda can’t make the journey across the mountains in the condition she’s in. Besides, we have too many things against us, the clothing, the fact that they’ll be looking for twelve women and myself.” All eyes turn on now on Fernardez as he pauses with in a stutter in his voice. “Well, Eleven women and myself. She needs medical help that is something she’s not going to get out here so we turn ourselves about hoping one of these f… king countries will continue searching for us.” “What about the idea of finding different clothing and sneaking into the nearby countries? It sounded good to me.” “Yeah. It did, Liz. I gave it some thought and changed my mind about it. It would be best we turn ourselves in and that way it gives us a chance to explain what happened.” “I know this may sound stupid.” The Soviet copilot steps forward leaning her body to one side with her hands at her side. “What makes you think they even care to look for us anymore? In my country the matter would be quickly forgotten with the jet destroyed and we stranded out here in the middle of nowhere.” “I don’t mean to knock your country’s ethic but this is not Russia. Knowing the

Swish and the US they’ll want to return to retrieve what they can from the jet, even if they can’t find us alive. I do know how my agency works. They will not stop looking for me until they are sure I am dead. Look, the main purpose of my suggestion is getting Helda some help and if not for that I would agree in continuing on.” Taking one last look on the mountains where the Zodiac was, John begins packing the remainder of their gear and supplies. “Let’s get moving. We have a little more than seven miles to go.”

The journey back to the crash site was just as hard as it was leaving it. The rough rocky hills and the chilling breezes coming from up drifting winds made the trip worse. With Paula and Jean leading, John lends a hand dealing with Gershaw injuries and guiding her along. She was quickly becoming weak and although her wounds were at first nor life threatening they nevertheless still needed attention. Some thirty minutes later the group reaches the pike of the hillside in the distance, clearly visible from the ground the once sleek and shinning craft their once flow was now partially charred rubble in the forest. Fernardez’s deception tactics with the flares unknowingly resulted in the fire close to the cockpit, most likely some moments after his departure. John glance on the misty cloud covered surroundings giving the area a sense of being in a fantasy world of unseen horrors. “All we have to do is make it down there and wait I know it doesn’t give that sense of home sweet home but it will eventually draw some attention. Even with the Zodiac as it is, it will help shut out the most of the cold.” “I just need a few more minutes.” Gershaw leans on his shoulder pale as a ghost. “Fine. Ladies let’s take a few more minutes before. The jet isn’t going anywhere.” Yarlin was not about to call things off. His binoculars were zooming in on objects that seemed to form a large aircraft of some sort, before clearing making them out. The morning mist was covering most of the terrain but the young agent continues his desperate search. “See anything of interest, Agent Yarlin?” Fairbanks took a moment to reach for

his flask of good old English brandy. “We have been airborne for at least several hours now. Don’t you think we should head back and do this some other time?” “No. If we do that there is a chance the only thing we find are frozen corpses. Give me another half an hour and if nothing turns up then we can head back.” The thundering sounds of three choppers were faint for a moment. Jean set looking skyward and turning her head to find where the sound was coming from it was Chin Wang who notices Jean’s actions. “What are you looking for, Jean?” “I don’t know. I thought I heard something but I’m not sure.” She turns shrugging her shoulders with the Asian woman staring at her only to return her glances again to the sky. “Wait a minute. I’m not imagining it I did hear something. Mr. Barn… Mr. Barn. I think I hear something approaching. It sounds like helicopters of something.” John turns to Pearl Steward instructing her to watch Gershaw then rushes over to Wang and Roberts both still looking skyward. “There’s a plane or something coming this way. I can’t see it yet but it definitely sounds like some kind of air craft.” “This is it. They willn’t be able to see us from under the tree covering and this mist. We still have some distances before making it to the crash site.” Fernardez remarks. Chin. “I can make the run. Just give me something to draw their attention.” She looks to one of the back packs then sprints off with Roberts trying to catch up.

He stood watching the women for several minutes while they raced through the thick trees and foliage of their surroundings. Chin seemed quite the nimble track runner cutting corners and leaping fallen trees in her path Roberts on the other hand was not as successful. He then turns ordering the other females to gather their belongings as much as they could carrying, then gently takes hold of Helda’s waist. “For better or worse…”

“I would think you would be saying that to Paula, Mr. Barn.” “At least you still have some humor about you but I wasn’t finish. I meant for better or worse this little experience is over.” Fernardez and Swazit briefly look on each other with smiles then worked their way toward the other women. The choppers spread out over the area making their last attempts to find the missing agent and his Zodiac crew . Yarlin, with binoculars in hand, scans the area along with Fairbanks and the others. For the most part there was nothing to be seen but the wreckage of the super jet and there was no way, as far as both men thought anyone could live through such destruction. “I would give it a few more minutes of searching, Karoll before calling this mercy flight over and having someone clear up this mess.” “He’s somewhere near Fairbanks I just know it. We can set down somewhere and take a closer look, even if we find no more than a few bodies.” The pilot looks on is fuel supply then turns to signal his young enger of the few hours of flying time left. Karoll acknowledges before returning his attention to the English soldier. “From some of the things I’ve heard about, Barn. He seems to always come through you told me that yourself. Hell. You worked with him so you should know.” “He’s a lucky one he is but sometimes luck runs out.” Fairbank’s remark is ignored. Yarlin had heard stories worse than this where John has come close to death and yet emerges suavely. He orders the pilot to bank again around a gathering of trees next to mountain where Fernardez had waited for Hydra to witness the super jet’s demise. The young agent pauses for a moment then scans again on the forest terrain until he hears one of the other team yell something. “Wait. Look to your left. There’s movement in the trees to the left of us.” Yarlin turns again on the spot where he had looked before a flash of light like a small diamond catches his eyes. “That could just be some debris from the wreckage.” The pilot remarks. “Pieces of windshield, or some other parts shinning in the sun. I hate to remind you, but we really don’t have much more time continue. My men and I didn’t have time to refuel fully and we’re running low. Besides. The winds up here can be tricky.”

“I guess you’re right. I guess we’ve imposed on you and your country enough.” Leaning back in his seat, then placing the field glasses to his face one last time. Chin now out of air and bending over, is ed by Roberts who was also huffing and puffing as she slows her pace. “I don’t think they saw us.” Watching the choppers circling the area. “Mr. Barn had the right idea and we should have just stayed the jet in the beginning.”

“No shit, Girlfriend. That’s why I grabbed one of the chutes as well.” Wang tossed the broken mirror John handed her then removes her backpack. “Give me a hand. We have to spread this thing out before they leave all together.” Chin quickly unfolds the parachute with Jean on one end and her on the other they make their way into the open still some distance from the crash site itself. The sound of the helicopters returning is quickly heard but they were still too high to notice the two women’s attempts to catch their attention. Roberts took one look at her crew member then darts off until she reaches a much clearer section of the forest. “Down here, stupid. We’re down here.” She yells, waving her arms as if she were doing jumping jacks. “If we were trying to escape you would try harder to find us. You damn fools.” Yarlin finally noticed the woman. She was like a light blue speck in the green forest. He taps the pilot on the shoulder. “Hey. Can you take this thing further down?” “What?” The from the chopper’s noisy engines made it hard for the pilot and copilot to hear. “Can you take this thing down further? That’s what. There’s someone down there I know it is.” It was the copilot who adds his opinion. “Americans. They think they know everything. Sure. Just hold on but this is the last time we fly over this forest. After that we head back to base.” “Sure. Anything you say.”

Seventy feet from the ground the helicopter sweep along the forest floor yet avoiding the taller trees ahead. Before long the other women Chin and Roberts and begin yelling and jumping about forgetting for the moment they were wanted fugitives. Fairbanks soon noticed movement and orders his pilot to do just as Yarlin instructed his to do now both the agent and the Sergeant see the cluster of light blue jumper suits bouncing around. Hovering over the clearing Yarlin makes a head count. “There’s only ten women Fairbanks and no sign of Barn.” “I hate to say this. This might have been the day his number was called.” Raising his field glasses to his face and looking on the path the women had come from. He sees John struggling slowly in the direction of the others with Helda thrown over his good shoulder. “Look to your right, lad. There is your eleventh woman and Barn holding the prize. I guess I owe you an apology.” Yarlin’s helicopter is the first to land. He leaps out with his head ducked down avoiding the whirling blades then dashes toward the women. “Well, James. It seems you know which end is up.” Looking on Helda’s bottom thrown across his shoulder. “No, time for levity. She needs medical attention thanks to Sterling’s deadly toy. We were hoping to clear this matter with the countries involved in the project. I guess that’s out of the question.” Karoll looks on the women being aided into the other two choppers, then reaches out to help relieve John of his injured companion. “There are eleven women here you’re missing one. What happened? Was it Sterling’s jet?” “No. Van Dorne’s henchmen. I told care of the ones I needed to deal with and it makes me feel good. What about Sterling and his damn jet?”

“We’ll deal with him as soon as this is fully over. I guess we should start with three at a time so let’s get going. The pilots are whining about their precious fuel.” Karoll and John stood watching as the women board the helicopters. Karol turns slowly to the agent trying to speak over the hovering noise of the chopper’s twin blades. “There are some people who would like to see you, State side with more

questions than you can imagine.” “I’m sure there are. I have some people I would like to see again myself. This has been a hell of an assignment and I am glad as hell it’s over.” “Both General Blackman and General Cromwell have been pulling strings in getting you and these women back. I hate to it it but even my agency acted like a bunch of assholes.” The last woman was now aboard Karoll then moves closer to his transport with Fernardez following. “I never gave up on you, Mr. Barn.” The young agent then stops several feet from the helicopter’s sliding door with his hand stretching outward. John placed one foot in the entrance then turns with a smile. “I am glad you didn’t forget. You drink? He chuckles softly. “Sure, you do. I tell you what. When this is over you and I will cash in one a few good drinks.” It wasn’t long before the three choppers wing their way from the mountainside with Fernardez and Winslow sitting looking out of the side window on the wreckage one last time. Winslow moves her hand closer to the Latin agent then covers it before gazing in his eyes. “Orlandis project could have worked you know. It didn’t have to end like this a perfect jet with intense to bring countries together.” “Perhaps. I have dealt with other such ideas in the and they all draw people like Van Dorne into the picture. Trust is earned not forcefully placed on others.”

THE HOUSE OF PARLIAMENT, LONDON ENGLAND, SOME WEEKS LATER. of the house dressed in their dark robes and white wigs slowly enter the room like soft spoken priests. John along with General Blackman and Brigadier General Cromwall looking quite dignified, listen as the group of men begin their questioning of the women who were there. Pearl Steward, being one of them lays out the full picture to the black robed hoping to lessen the possible hard decisions and or outcome of their trial. There were other there from different countries who were involved with the project along with those representing the AeroTech Center. The Soviet Union made no attempts to make their presents known as far as they were concern, Tishina Borgisliski was a traitor and virtually on her own. Several hours go by before

John was able to testify in the women’s behalf and after a brief break a decision was made about their fate and Sterling’s with the disapproval of the AeroTech Representatives. Most for the most part the women were regarded both in England and their homeland, as heroes, all except Tishina Borgliski, who returned with Helda Gershaw to . John walks from the room with both Generals at his side. “Now that that’s over. I don’t think Wilkinson would like what has to be done. Shut that damn Complex down and start something more useful with it. With the AeroTech Center scrapped, it’s going to put a lot of his workers out of jobs.” “I told him something like this would happen. Disobeying the Queen’s direct orders.” Cromwall remarks. “He’s an arrogant bastard and I have no pity for him.”

Steward and some of the other women walk down the corridors of the stately building with staff buzzing around them. She and her fellow are relieved by the verdict that was given. Gently moving those in her way, Pearl works her way toward John Fernardez positioned in the center of the hallway with Brigadier General Charles Cromwall and US Army General Blackman. In her distinctive English accent she calls out to him. “Mr. Barn.” The three men turn back to see Pearl Steward walking briskly in their direction. “I want to thank you for what you said in there, as well as what you did for us all. You gave some interesting information about that woman we didn’t know about.” “I just stated the facts.” “Nevertheless, it deserves at least a show of thanks and if there’s anything I can ever do in return, let me know.” She boldly leans toward the agent’s in front of the two Generals and plants a kiss on his cheek. For a moment Blackman thought he saw Fernardez blush before Pearl turned to Pasco, Monet and Corgio standing waiting down the hallway. She was half way there when both Generals whisper something in Fernardez’s ear and he turns facing in her direction. “There is something that has just come to my attention as well as my friends here.”

“What is that?” John motions her back then leans in closer. Both Generals look on as the couple continue whispering. Pearl’s face shows a smile and she nods indicating whatever was said she was willing to go along with it. “I think she likes the idea gentlemen. Now if you can get a hold of Agent Yarlin I think we can finish the show.” “Bloody good, Barn. I see you still have the touch with the women. I ire that about you. I think that part will not be a problem as far as Sergeant Fairbanks is concern.” The old British war horse removes one of many pipes John had seen him smoke and lights it. “Look, my boy. General Blackman and I would like to discuss a few things. You’ll excuse us, would you?” John watched as the two men made their way down the hall to the next bend with Cromwall’s hand placed on Blackman’s shoulders.

THE AEROTECH COMPLEX, ENGLAND SOME DAYS LATER. Pearl Steward could not resist visiting the base one last time. She not only wanted to see the place being shut down but to harass her former employer Sterling Wilkinson and she wasn’t alone in that vendetta. Seated in her sports car with her was Chin Wang and Liz Corgio both just as eager to see the base’s demise. It felt odd not to have to show their IDs the guards were familiar with the women’s faces but not as friendly in their reception when they drove up to the main gate. Chin. “I just want to see this place for the last time before going home.” Liz agrees, placing her hand on the Asian woman’s shoulder. Before they continue inside they stop in front of one of the guards. “I take it you all are here to see Doctor Wilkenson as well?” The guard remarks. “If that’s your purpose you’ll find him in his office. I’m sure you know where it is.” “Don’t be so blood rude with us. This whole thing is not our fault it’s his. We’re just getting one last look at the place.” Pearl gave the car enough gas to squeal wheels.

With all of the employees moving about and taking what was theirs from the

AeroTechology Center no one bothered to notice the three moving trucks working their way onto the ground and heading straight for Sterling Wilkenson’s favorite hangar area. The trucks were unchallenged by what guards were still moving about with a careless attitude. As far as those on the base center knew the huge trucks were there just like all the others that had come before to take what computers, work tools and important papers Sterling had in his possession. Steward walks inside Sterling’s office to see him packing what few things he had there while Chin and Liz stood out in the hallway glancing on the staff workers removing pictures from the walls. “Mr. Wilkinson. I just wanted to see you off.” Pearl softly remarks. She leans against the archway of the office door with her arms folded. “I hope you don’t mind the sudden visit.” Wilkenson stops and positions himself close to the window overlooking the grounds with his hangar with his monstrous black jet still docked inside. “You see that?” His arm extends outward. “Years of hard work and nights of planning all gone down the drain. I hope you and the others are proud of what you’ve done.” “What we’ve done? I think it should be the other way around. You wanted fame and fortunate at the price of our lives. In fact if it wasn’t for, Mr. Barn’s intervention we would all have been either prisoner to some diabolical female terrorist fugitives of our own countries and you would have lent a hand in that.” Steward reaches in her purse to remove a cigarette know that was one of the things Sterling dislike, see a woman smoke. She lights it slowly the smoke rises in front of her like a thick cloud before she blows it clear. “That’s discussing. If you must smoke that God offal thing, do it outside of this office and when you come back, use the bloody ashtray over there.” “Of course luv. Now, another thing I would like to bring up.” “For God’s sake woman. Isn’t it bad enough you’re here rubbing things in and now you would add salt to the wounds.” “I just wanted us to get a few things clear. I was told you thought we hijacked our own jet and that is another one of the reasons why I came. Why would you think that?” She leans her hip against the corner of Sterling’s desk with her cigarette posed between her slender fingers.

“I think you’ll find it could have been feasible. Besides. Doctor Orlandis crazy idea of bring Nations together with the Zodiac wouldn’t have worked.” Wilkenson turns his back on the English woman to glance on his main hangar bay. Steward spring up from the desk’s edge. “Look, you bloody murder. You knew it would work and you almost got us killed with that black nightmare of yours just to make sure it didn’t. We lost a good crew member to your hair brain schemes of glory.” Flicking her ashes on the floor with Sterling frowning. “I think you just hated the idea of a woman out doing you.” “That is horse crap. Your jet, for all intents and purposes, fell into the wrong hands and it had to be destroyed.” “With us in it?”

“Look, Ms. Steward. I neither have the time nor the patients for this type of conversion. Now if you would be so kind as to leave my facility along with that nasty cigarette.” Placing his hands in his lab coat Sterling soon notices the woman plucking ashes on the floor. “And stop that at once. I would imagine you have other things to do like hunting about for another job.” “You’re right luv I do and I think you do to. May I remind you this is no longer your Complex.” She grinds the cigarette on the desk then heads for the door before turning back smiling. “I would imagine I willn’t be the only one in the blooming bread line.” Sterling shakes his head his hands settled firmly on his side as Steward reunions her friends in the hallway. Moving several well-packed boxes the former Direction of the complex then looks again in the direction of the Hydra’s hangar to see a group of men moving in and out of it with welding tools. “What in blue blazes is going on out there.” He utters. He continues staring toward the hangar’s direction with some of his staff were now being forced outside of. It was obvious something was taking place he was not aware of and Sterling wastes no time in dashing from his office building to the hangar dock. The flickering of welding tools catch his attention along with the sight of portions of his beloved Hydra being placed in

the three trucks still parked just outside the bay area. “What the hell are you men doing? Who authorized you to start disassembling my jet?” “I don’t think you want to disobey this directive, dear boy. Not if you intend to continue to live in jolly old England.” Fairbanks, who was standing at the far end of the hangar with three others, soon approaches the former director. “Not only does the Queen want this complex used for other purposes she wants your flying nightmare of yours disassembled.” “This is insane. Do you know what this jet can do in the way of keeping the peace.” “I know what it can do and it’s not worth it. Just as we thought the Zodiac would keep the peace in a different way your jet would be a hindrance on any negations in the works. Face it, Sterling. It’s over and the complex is now in the hands of Great Britain.” The Sergeant turns to the hangar door to see Pearl and her friends taking a last look at the once fearsome aircraft now being stripped of all its armament and slowly reduced down to a mere scrap metal. The old Brigadier General’s plan works well with Steward holding Wilkenson’s attention long enough to get his men into the hangar and begin their task. He and General Blackman known the former director would protest such actions they made sure Fairbanks received the paper work needed to carrying the work out. As the work starts again, Sterling turns taking short glimpses on the room before walking away.

A PLUSH HOTEL BALLROOM, SOMEWHERE IN ENGLAND’S BUSY SECTION OF TOWN. The remaining women, Pearl Steward, Liz Corgio, Paula Winslow, Ava Monet and Pat Pasco, are amongst a gathering of people in formal attire. It was not only England’s way of apologizing for the events that had happened, but the other countries while were involved in the Zodiac project. John and Karol stand with drinks in hand, watching the others milling around the room. Yarlin. “Well, this is it back to the old routine.” “You know nothing in routine in our business, Karol. This is just an end to one stage and the start of something new.” Fernardez lifts his glass to his lips,

holding it inches away. “I saw the way you looked at Ava Monet she’s some French dish.” “Well one thing that’s for sure, every body knows how you looked at the little Jamaican heartthrob. So don’t even go there.” Yarlin quickly downs his drink, noticing both Paula and Liz Corgio approaching. “If you excuse me, I think this is your call.” “James.” Winslow dressed in low cut evening gown of light silky light blue, with revealing back and split sides. “I’ll be going home in two days Liz and I still wanted to thank you and your friend.” “She’s a little shy about this, Mr. Barn.” Liz glances on her crew member, then nudges her arm. “Go on, go and ask… it’s either yes or no.” “Ask me what?” “If you were available for one day.” “Well… .” “Go on, Barn. She asked you nicely. Besides, you know you two were trying to hit it off earlier.” “That depends on what I’m available for.” Smiling as he finishes his drink, then setting in one the table. Corgio waves her hand in front of her face and turns away briefly. “Now that I think I will leave alone. You two think about what you have in mind.” Walking slowly away. He and Winslow step out on the balcony both refilling their glasses of the light colored wine. John moves to the edge, spreading his arms and placing his hands on the railing. “Do you think that I was a little too forward in there James? I am not one for diplomacy at times.” “No… sometimes it’s best to come to the point.” Turning back, with his back against the rails. “I think I would have done the same.”

She moved closer Fernardez couldn’t help notice what he had always noticed about her, even in the somewhat tight fitting gown. With even move Paula made John could see the outline of her shapely legs and swaying hips, rippling like muscles under firm skin. As she continued her approach his eyes glance downward along her neck line the dazzling necklaces that hung half way between her throat and cleavage, get a stunning shinning display of brilliance under the balcony lights. “You know.” Slowly wrapping her arms around his waist, leaning her body closer to his. “Now that I have no job, I could practice being what you are.”

“I would rather you not you know how my business works.” Setting his drink aside, his hand roams slowly along the woman’s shapely form stopping just before her buttocks. “I don’t think you’re cut out for it, or skilled.” “Oh but that part I am.” Tilting her head as she slowly draws closer to kiss his lips. “As a matter of fact, I just did. that other job you said you had… being a thief. I’ve practiced it several times with a good bit of success.” “Then I have to arrest you, as you said, protective custody.” John returns the kiss, his lasting much longer. Briefly breaking several times, Paula’s whispers comes with soft sighs. “When you’re done doing what you do.” John. “Yes?” “Why don’t you come to the Islands and we can take an evening and fly.” “Mmm.” He moved his lips back slowly then stared into Winslow’s eyes. “That I would have to think about, maybe sometime in the distant future.” He leaned forward to finish the kiss he had started. Yarlin and Monet stood close together looking to the balcony on the couple the

young agent shook his head and smiled. “Some guy, he is.” He replied. Monet waited for one of the waiters to breeze the with a tray of drinks, then reached out and retrieved two. Her eyes then focused on Winslow and the man she and the others know as James. “They make a lovely couple don’t you think?” She remarked, handing Yarlin one of the glasses then sipping her drink. “I guess.” “Oh come on. You sound as if you’re not sure for some reason. It there something you know we do about Barn?” “No.” Yarlin took a long sip. His lips fold inward as he swallows, then holds it close to his side. The music in the ballroom begins with other couples taking the floor, John and Paula as well. Monet moved even closer to the young agent, who was now leaning near the railing of the balcony. “Do you think people are truly compatible in some way? You know what I mean fortune cards, cosmic elements and so called fate.” Monet turned briefly on Yarlin, then on the dance floor again with John and Paula still dancing close together. “That’s a strange question, Ms. Monet.” “Just call me, Monet. There is no need in formal introductions, that’s for stiff collared people.” Yarlin smiled. “Okay, Monet. So, why did you ask that question?” “I don’t know. They just seem to be a couple. You know. We never asked him what his sign was, the girls and me.” “I don’t even think that matters with Mr. Barn. As long as there are stars in the sky and a pretty woman beside him, any sign is compatible to his.”

THE END