Day 4

D4

          Bronco Billy Daniels had to pull every string to get Chrissie a passport and he worried that someone would call the White House, but fortunately he was able to work with people who knew who he was so there was no back-checking.  The ink was literally drying when he handed it to her.

 

          “It smells funny,” she observed as she looked at it.


           “Brand new,” said Bill to the young girl.

          In a matter of hours they were on their way to LA where they would change planes to the Qantas jet to Melbourne, Australia.  They were literally going to spend one full day in the air to go halfway around the world.

          When they were airborne in the Qantas jet the kids went to sleep behind Sylvia and Bill.

          “Bill, how are we going to live there?”

          “You mean what am I going to do for a job?”

          “Yes.”

          “Honey, a man who knows as much about the American President and the Presidency will have no trouble getting a post in a place like Australia.  I will be a gold mine for those people and they know it.”  Sylvia smiled and relaxed.  Billy had everything in control, “…just like always,” she thought as she nodded off.

          The military facility at Washington National Airport has everything.  Filly and Charlotte were getting outfitted in military gear.  Charlotte asks of the designer and the clerks are amused.  Beautiful woman, she could look good in a gunny sack so a glance in the one tall mirror does not disappoint her or any of the men looking on.

          “Why do we need all this stuff in the Caribbean?” she asks.

          “Dear,” Filly says firmly, “Don’t make a scene; we are not going to the Caribbean.  We are going to Antarctica.”  She is stunned and he leans over to her and whispers, “I am keeping us alive.  Get it?” and she nods, wide-eyed and hanging in as this little woman is made of tough stuff.  It turns her on that Filly is so much in charge and she knows he probably had to “Move Heaven and Earth” to get them on this flight.  She goes quietly.

          Layton Panola has collected his wife Gretchen and two kids, ten pieces of luggage, leaving the family dog with a friend and a cover story.  They have to get to Las Vegas from where they will be taken to Area 51 by the daily employee charter.

          The flight passes without event.  All have flown before and to the kids, “It’s no big deal.”  They have only been told this is a very special emergency and they will be told more later.  They have long been given such instructions as their father has always had high security posts and there have been times when they have been guarded by men with guns.  They know something big is up, but they also know better than to ask much about it.

          McKarren Airport in downtown Las Vegas is convenient and busy on the late spring afternoon of their arrival.  They are taken to the high security terminal for the private Area 51 charter line where Secretary Panola is given a warm welcome after which the family is loaded into a small, private jet.

          “Gee, you can’t even stand up in this plane,” says Gretchen.  The flight is only 20 minutes and they are joined by an F18.  Over the intercom the pilot announces, “That is our escort off the port wing.  If we were not identified he would have shot us down.”  Now the family appreciates where they are going.

          They land and are met by a team of military officers all saluting the Secretary.  Gretchen and the kids are impressed.  They’ve been to several military events before and seen their dad saluted, but this tops that in Area 51, the most secret airbase in the nation.

          The base commander says, “I suppose you want to see the big enchilada and meet the man?”

          “The man?”

          “The time traveler,” says the Colonel.  In a flash Secretary puts it all together.  This is the big secret the CIA and NSA have been keeping from the Presidents.  What a gift?  If he has to go back to DC he can tell the President he uncovered this deception by the military on the elected ruling class.

          “Yes, of course, that is exactly what I am here for,” Layton lies.

          “Sir if I may ask,” says the Colonel, pulling Leon aside.  “What is your family doing here.  Leon is thinking “a mile a minute” and he diverts with, “Colonel, the President is a very clever man and a lot of strange things are going on Washington now.  You know?”  That few seconds was all Leon needed to give his mind a chance to hatch, “a good one.”

          “I’m sure, sir,” says the Colonel, “but I don’t see…”  Leon grabs him by the arm and interrupts with, “There has been a threat on my life and my family and the President thinks it relates to this.  He thought we would all be safer to stay here for a while until the terrorists are caught and he wants me to settle this time traveler business once and for all.  Kind of “killing all the birds with one stone” thing.”

          The Colonel’s quizzical expression fades as he does not want to appear stupid so he simply smiles and resumes conducting the group into the facility.   

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