Chapter 26
“Miss Smith” sat quietly in the waiting room, watching people come and go. She wore a conservative gray suit and was very patient. She was part of an anti-terrorist task force and this was her first undercover job. She thought about how she felt. At first, she thought she was afraid, but it wasn’t fear.
She thought about times in the past that she had been afraid. She had been afraid in Iraq when the helicopter she was piloting went down. She was even more afraid when she couldn’t get out of her harness. She had been terrified as the flames broke out and she thought she was going to die a horrible death. She had reached over to move her badly broken right arm out of the way so she could get to her service pistol.
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The piece of equipment that smashed her arm blocked her way. The flames came closer and she was even more afraid. She did manage to get to her survival knife. She wondered if she would have the fortitude to cut her own throat.
Just then she had heard shouting and thought there was hope. Until she saw the Republican guard patch on the uniform as the men pulled her from the wreckage. They had ignored her screams of pain and laughed as they knocked the knife from her hand. At that point, hearing them talk, picking out some of the words that everyone learned, she had been more afraid than any time in her life.
Then the night exploded in small arms fire as the men standing over her died on their feet, killed by superbly accurate shots. The ranger platoon swept over the wreckage like powerful surf. The ranger sergeant with the first aid patch knelt by her and said, “Don’t you worry, Ma’am, we got you now. You are safe…”
“Miss Smith. Miss Smith! We are ready for your interview now.”
A slightly built black man, leaning on a cane, with the kindest eyes she had ever seen, stood in front of her. As she stood he held out his right hand.
“Welcome Miss Smith. I am Robert E. Lee White. My friends call me Bob. Walk with me please?”