Authors: Randal Lanser
“
B
oss,
I
’m s
o
r
r
y
.
W
h
a
t a
mess.”
“
I
w
a
nt
y
ou to
g
e
t
m
e
the
phone
number
a
n
d
a
ddress of the F
B
I
o
f
fi
c
e
in A
n
c
hora
g
e
a
nd the n
a
me of
the m
a
n in
c
h
a
r
g
e
.
F
ind out
wh
a
t k
i
nd of
A
r
m
y
S
p
ec
ial
F
o
r
ce
s a
r
e
c
lose to the
c
r
a
sh si
t
e
, sp
ec
ial
l
y
t
r
a
ined
f
o
r
winter
c
ondi
t
ion
s
. Th
e
re
’
s
g
ot
t
o be
som
e
th
i
n
g
l
i
ke
that up the
r
e
.
F
ind out how
I
ca
n
g
e
t a hold of
Mitch
e
ll
a
nd K
e
l
l
e
r.
G
e
t
m
e
the l
a
test on the
Chinese
re
s
e
a
r
c
h v
e
ssel. It
w
a
s to
s
a
il
th
i
s morni
ng
.
F
ind out
if it d
i
d. Th
e
n
I
w
a
nt
y
ou to
t
a
ke
the
rest of the d
a
y
of
f
. Go home
a
nd
g
e
t so
m
e
r
e
st.”
B
e
t
t
y
norm
a
l
l
y
would j
u
mp at the
c
h
a
n
c
e
to sp
e
n
d the d
a
y
with her
husb
a
n
d
.
“
Oh boss
I
ca
n
’
t.
I
ca
n
’
t
g
o home k
n
owing
P
a
t
t
y
m
a
y
b
e
–
”
“
L
ook, Mitc
h
e
ll
said in the
F
AA
r
e
port
h
e
thou
g
h
t
t
he
survivor
w
a
s a
w
o
m
a
n.
L
e
t
’
s hope h
e
’s
r
i
g
ht. A
f
t
e
r the
me
e
t
ing
I
’ll n
e
e
d some
t
i
me to th
i
nk.
I
f
I
n
ee
d
y
ou
a
ll
I
h
a
ve
to do
i
s c
a
l
l
.” Tom took his
a
ss
i
stan
t
‘s h
a
nd tend
e
r
l
y
in h
i
s.
S
he
w
a
s his f
r
iend
a
s m
u
c
h
a
s a
n
y
th
i
n
g
.
“
Go hom
e
,
B
e
t
t
y
.
R
e
la
x
. G
e
t
y
o
u
r mind off
o
f Pat
t
y
.
G
e
t so
m
e
re
s
t
.
I
f
I
n
ee
d
y
o
u
, i
t
’ll prob
a
b
l
y
be
ton
i
g
ht
.
”
“
Ok
a
y
, boss.
I
’ll l
e
a
ve
t
h
e
info
y
o
u
a
sked
for
in
t
he
sa
fe
.
”
Tom stood
a
nd pick
e
d up
the
a
t
t
ac
hé
ca
se
a
nd
e
x
i
t
e
d the o
f
fi
c
e
a
s
B
e
t
t
y
b
e
g
a
n wo
r
ki
n
g
.
“
Mornin
g
,
J
a
n,”
W
a
lker
s
a
id as he
e
nt
e
r
e
d the
r
e
c
e
pt
i
onist
a
r
e
a
of
D
i
r
e
c
tor
Ro
g
e
r
J
ohnson’s o
f
fi
c
e
suite.
I
t
w
a
s la
r
g
e
r
a
nd mo
r
e in
t
ri
ca
te
l
y
fu
r
nished t
h
a
n T
o
m’s
a
nd B
e
t
t
y
’
s
.
“
Good mo
r
ni
n
g
, Mr.
Wa
lker. Dire
c
tor
J
ohnson is
w
a
i
t
ing
f
o
r
y
ou in h
i
s of
f
ic
e
.
W
ould
y
o
u
c
a
re for
some
c
o
f
f
e
e
?
”
“
Th
a
nks, th
a
t’ll be
g
r
ea
t,
”
Tom s
a
id as he
op
e
n
e
d
the
door
to
t
he
of
f
ice
o
f
the
Dir
e
c
tor of
t
h
e
C
I
A.
“
S
it
down, Tom.”
J
ohns
o
n
g
e
stu
r
e
d tow
a
rd the
la
r
g
e
l
ea
ther
g
u
e
st ch
a
ir
n
e
x
t
t
o the one
F
B
I
Dire
c
tor
G
re
g
o
r
y
S
tanl
e
y
w
a
s s
e
a
ted in.
“
I
’
v
e
inv
i
ted
G
reg
to
j
oin u
s
. I
th
i
nk h
e
’ll be in
t
e
r
e
sted in wh
a
t
y
ou h
a
v
e
. You look a
l
i
t
t
le tir
e
d.
L
o
n
g
n
i
g
ht
?
”
“
Y
e
s s
i
r,
a
ll
n
i
g
ht.”
J
a
n
sl
i
pp
e
d in
t
o the o
f
fi
c
e
wi
t
h his
c
o
f
f
e
e
a
nd he
took
a
ca
ut
i
ous s
i
p.
“
You s
a
id
y
ou h
a
d som
e
t
hing
on
P
a
t
t
y
L
a
w
r
e
n
c
e
a
nd H
e
n
r
y
L
o
?
”
“
Y
e
s, sir.”
Tom
s
e
t
t
he
a
t
ta
c
hé
c
a
se
on his lap, op
e
n
e
d i
t
,
a
nd pul
l
e
d out
a
t
y
p
e
d tr
a
nsc
r
ip
t
. He
h
a
nd
e
d it
to
J
ohnson.
“
I
’m so
r
r
y
, D
i
r
e
c
tor S
t
a
nl
e
y
.
I
did
n
’t know
y
ou
w
e
r
e
g
oing to be
h
e
r
e
.
I
’ll h
a
ve
a
c
o
p
y
ma
d
e
f
or
y
ou
a
ft
e
r t
h
e
me
e
t
i
n
g
.
”
J
ohnson h
a
nd
e
d it
b
ac
k to To
m
.
“
You
ca
n
g
ive us
c
op
i
e
s of
e
v
e
r
y
th
i
ng
l
a
t
e
r.
J
ust
t
e
ll
us
a
bout
P
a
t
t
y
L
a
w
r
e
n
ce
.”
J
ohnson look
e
d
a
t
S
tanl
e
y
a
s if th
e
y
kn
e
w som
e
th
i
ng
that
Tom
didn’t
a
bout
t
he
y
ou
n
g
L
os
Al
a
mos
in
t
e
rn,
P
a
t
t
y
L
a
w
r
e
n
c
e.