Writing It

in which I get radio interviewed

Kirtland

Jennifer was driving herself back towards the Kirtland aerodrome airfield. The job she had just been on was not something she would typically do. They had asked her to step in because they needed somebody who could relate easily to a British woman, and they needed to make fast progress to make contact.

Durango 


 “Jennifer has given me an address in a place called Durango” said Clare, “ It’s supposed to be like a safe house we can stay in, and there is another vehicle there for us to use. It’s only supposed to be around two hours from here, but I think it’s across part of the desert.”

Bigsy and Chuck were sitting in the diner. Bigsy was marvelling at the authentic 1950s look of the place. At least he imagined it was a 1950s look. 

 'Nothing could be finer' it said on the menu. And it featured blue plate specials, too. 

Clare’s car had made its way back to Albuquerque. The driver had made good progress, and they were now close to the train station in Albuquerque.

“This is where we will make the switch into the taxi” said Jennifer.

Get your kicks on Route 66.

"We're all okay again now” said Chuck, looking at Bigsy.

 "Yes," said Bigsy, "I think we've had a chance to cool off and I feel a whole lot better now that I know that Clare is safe and, on her way, to meet us again."

"I suggest we go to this diner, check it out its location and then find somewhere else to wait," said Chuck.

"Good plan," said Bigsy.

Jennifer accompanied Clare into a briefing room. It had frosted glass walls and a central table, complete with a telephone system. One wall had flip charts, and there was a full projection system built into the ceiling.

"Is this being recorded?” asked Clare. 

"Yes," said Jennifer, "And filmed. The record stays here though. They won't be removed unless there is an emergency."

After about 20 minutes, Clare's car pulled up outside an office block. It was a central hub and two wings diagonally at 90° to one another across a paved area.

 Some flags were flying in front of the building, but Clare didn't recognise any of the logos.

 "Welcome to our out-of-town office," said Jennifer.

Chuck led the vehicle back onto the I-25 out of Santa Fe. He was now heading south-west in the general direction of Albuquerque.

“Look” said Bigsy, “I don’t want to leave here without figuring out where Clare is. I know she left us that message in the hotel room about not worrying but: come on, we need to find out where she is.”

“My guess”  said Chuck, “She has been picked up by someone from intelligence services.”

Clare’s journey across town was sedate. On the way, there was a call from the radio in the front of the car. It was a call for Jennifer. 

“Hi, this is Delta Seven. We have been following the Firefly. They have identified us and our starting to move out of our range. Damn, they just jumped a red light. We have had to stop. Now I can see them turning down another street. Don’t think we should put on any lights around here.