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his forehead. They were up several
Kelly didn't need to check the calendar. The ninth was thousand feet
in altitude and he felt a bit of a headache
this evening. She gathered the tape out of her stereo and from the thinner
air. He was a tall, thin man, his pale skin
took it, along with the letters, to her desk. Then she used liberally sprinkled
with freckles. Simmons appeared to be
the key around her neck to open the file drawer. She with- much younger than
his thirty-eight years and his disheveled
drew a file labeled "Nellis" and laid it on the desktop. mane of bright
red hair only added to the youthful image.
Flipping it open, she saw that the first document inside Franklin walked
to one side of the road and disappeared
was a typed letter on official Air Force stationery. The sig- into the darker
countryside for a few minutes, then his
nature block at the bottom indicated it was from the Public shadow crossed
the road and was gone for a few more
Affairs Officer at the base: Major Prague. minutes. When
he returned, he was holding four short
"Asshole," Kelly muttered as she remembered the man. green plastic
rods in his hands.
She place Johnny Simmons's letter and the tape inside, "Antennas for
the sensors," he explained. "I found the
then replaced the folder in the drawer and locked it. The sensors last month.
I wondered why the camo dudes were
surface of the desk was clear, except for a silver-framed always onto me
so quick. They'd show up within twenty
black-and-white photo of a young man dressed in khaki. minutes of me
hitting this road. Then they'd call in the
He wore a black beret, and a Sten gun was slung over his sheriff and it
was just a plain hassle."
shoulder. "How'd you find
the detectors?" Simmons asked, co-
She was thoughtful as she kicked back in her chair and vertly making
sure the voice-activated microcassette re-
considered the photo. "Sounds like Johnny has nibbled at corder in his
jacket pocket was turned on.
the hook, Dad." She tapped a pencil against her lip, then "I used a receiver
that scanned the band lengths. I drove
sighed. "Damn you, Johnny. You're always causing trouble, around and stopped
when I picked up something transmit-
but this time I think you may have gone too far." ting," Franklin
said. "Right at 495.45 megahertz."


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"Why four antennas?" Simmons asked. "Wouldn't two him. They'd passed