Chapter 207

Saturday was intended to be a slow day - we were going to spend it in the gym working out and putting together an exercise routine for Jenny based on the pamphlets from the doctor. Even though it was nearly one before Marcy and I finished our lover's conversation, I was up making breakfast at six for my mates; it was a weekend ritual that I enjoyed. During the week the girls liked to eat fruit and bagels from the refreshment center in the gym.

We had just finished putting the dishes in the dishwasher when my phone rang. Blocked call, I wondered who would be calling me that would have that.

"Hello, BJ here," I replied.

"BJ, Frank Love CIA. Do you remember me?" he asked.

"Sure do, you, Eric and Marty were in my office and we were rudely interrupted," I replied.

"Yes, that is correct. Would your flight division be interested in handling emergency flights for the agency and DHS? The pay for those flights is at a premium rate but they are with short notice. Eric sent us your pilot list. You have several that we would prefer to be the pilot of such flights," he said.

"As long as we don't have to mount gun turret's and bomb hooks to the wings, I don't think Lorrie would have any objection as long as the pilots you want are available," I replied.

I was looking across the table at Lorrie whose eyes kept getting bigger and bigger.

"The pilots we want on our flights are Jack Rush, Charlie Campbell, Ernie Smyth, Sylvia Porter, Gene West, Kathy Hoss and Norman Pyle. They have past military or great checks. They were the best candidates on the quick check. I am sure the others will check out - it just will take a little longer," he said.

We need a G5 LR flight today with a return trip tomorrow, if you can do it," he said.

I slid the pad I had been writing on across to Lorrie, who began to dial the pilots on the list.

"Lorrie is making calls from your list as we speak," I replied. "May I have a number to call you back?" I asked.

"202 555 1901- that is my cell, keep it close to your heart," he replied.

Lorrie slid the pad back to me. "Campbell and West can will fly it - what time and where?" I replied.

"Have the plane at Andrews at 0900. Call sign to ID the plane for the tower is: Charlie, Echo, Echo, Niner, Niner, Zero, Three, Tango, Tango and the transponder ID is Eight, Seven, Seven, Two. Have the pilots call the tower on frequency 139.01."

"The crew leader will have the destination package when they board the plane. Make sure they have their passports with them," he instructed.

"That call sign is for your business and only the transponder number will change with the flights. Save both for the invoice description," he instructed as he hung up.

"Marcy, go to the bank and get 50 thousand in cash now, take someone with you and both of you carry side arms," I said. "I don't know where they are going; it may be somewhere that will not take the fuel card. Lorrie, call the pilots back and make sure they have their passports with them," I said.

"I have that much and more in the safe for emergencies," Marcy said.

"Good planning," I said.

Campbell and West stopped by the office to pick up the Andrews information and the cash with an explanation.

We spent most of the day over to the gym working out together and in smaller groups. We were still over there when the men's groups started to come in for the evening session.

Ty, Herman and Kathryn came in with several more spooks. They did not need to say anything - I could tell by looking who they were. Ty gave them a tour of the gym and then they paid for memberships at the front desk.

Ching Lee and I were on the mats in full padding, working out with the sticks. Either Ching Lee was doing a lot of practicing when I was not at the gym or I was getting lazy and soft. She came damn near putting my ass down twice. I knew enough moves to prevent it but it was a wake-up call.

Ty and his guest stood and watched our practice play out before they came over and started a conversation. Ty introduced his guest as Rodney Stokes.

"Is that something you do for fun, or just to stay fit?" Rodney asked.

"I did it in the sandbox to stay fit and improve my skills. It saved my ass a few times. Then I started teaching it to my group over there," I replied.

"Now I train with my friends and for the exercise," I replied.

"Would you be willing to train a group of 20 a couple nights a week? You have added some things that might come in handy in a few weeks if everything comes together. I can't say any more," he said then he added, "There would be compensation."