Code Name: Camelot (Noah Wolf #1)(62)
When dinner was over, they sat and visited for a little while, but then Moose said he wanted to go and spend some time with Elaine, and Neil decided to go to his trailer and make sure his computer and gear were properly packed. That left Noah and Sarah alone, so they cleaned everything up and loaded the dishes into the dishwasher, then sat down to watch some TV until they felt like going to bed.
TWENTY-ONE
Their flight was uneventful, and landed in El Paso at just after six. They had all been sitting together, so they all came off the plane in single file and found Jefferson waiting for them inside the terminal.
“Noah, good to see you,” he said, shaking Noah’s hand. “Good flight, everyone?”
They all smiled and nodded, agreeing that it was an easy flight. Jefferson led them toward baggage claim to pick up their luggage. “I brought a van with me,” he said, “since I didn’t know how much baggage you might have. I got vehicles for each of you back at the hotel, but I just thought the van would be easier for right now.”
“No problem,” Noah said.
It took them about twenty minutes to gather up all of their luggage, and Moose snagged a cart and loaded it all up. “Lead the way,” he said to Jefferson, and pushed the cart as he followed along. The van was in short-term parking, and the walk took about five minutes.
Everything was loaded, and they were all inside and headed for the hotel. “I put you at the Holiday Inn, it’s pretty decent. Has a nice restaurant, too. I thought you guys would like that. Pool, weight room, all the goodies.”
“That’ll be fine,” Noah said. “I understand you’ve got everything else we need?”
Jefferson smiled. “It’s all at the hotel. If you guys are hungry, we’ll get you checked in and put your things in your rooms, then meet at the restaurant and have dinner. After that, we can go to my room and you can start looking it all over.”
Noah glanced at the other three, who nodded. “Yeah, I think we’re all hungry. We ate lunch early, so we could get going to the airport.”
They pulled up in front of the hotel about fifteen minutes later, and were quickly checked in. Once again, Moose grabbed the luggage cart and loaded everyone’s bags onto it. They were all on the third floor, and their rooms were close together, so it worked out well. Once everything was put away, they all met in the hallway and rode down the elevator together to go to the restaurant.
Dinner was pleasant, and when it was over, Jefferson pointed out that the restaurant had a very nice bar, then ordered a bottle of wine. He poured a glass for each of them, and held his own high. “To success,” he said, and the others all joined in the toast.
They rode up together again, and this time, they all went to Jefferson’s room. It was also on the third floor, just down the hall from theirs, a slightly bigger room. That was good, since it gave them all room to find a place to sit.
Jefferson picked up what looked like a shoebox, glanced at it, and then passed it to Noah. “Open it up,” he said. “Inside, you’ll find a wallet containing your ID, passport and credit cards for this mission, in the name of John Baker. Mr. Baker is from Chicago, and the wallet trash would lead you to believe that he’s single and probably self-employed. He’s got health insurance with Blue Cross, he’s a member of two different country clubs near Chicago, and he has a couple of pictures of a teenage boy, both of which are marked as being to Uncle John from Bobby. There’s also a Beretta nine millimeter automatic, but you might not want to try carrying that into Mexico. Oh, and you’ll find about five thousand in cash. That’s flash money, you’ll need it.”
Noah was busy examining the wallet, and simply nodded. Jefferson picked up another box and passed it to Sarah. “Your name is Kathy Stratton. There’s a purse inside with all your ID, passports, credit cards, etc., and lots of normal purse-type stuff. Makeup, aspirins, couple different kinds of candy floating around in there, I don’t know what all. However, if you take a look at this end of it, you see this ring?” He pointed at the one he meant. “If anything goes wrong, you pull that ring and a device inside the purse starts transmitting its location, as well as audio so Neil can hear what’s going on. He’ll have the receiver, and a way to pinpoint your location. If at all possible, we’ll get you out of whatever happened.”
Sarah looked at the ring, then up at Jefferson. “You won’t get upset if I prefer to get myself out of jams, will you?” She swung the purse by its strap, feeling its weight. “I could beat four men to death with this thing in the time it would take to pull that ring and yell for help, and I’ll be driving a car with a Hemi engine. I don’t think I’m likely to need much rescuing.”
Jefferson smiled and nodded. “I knew you were likely to feel that way, but our administrator being a lady who doesn’t happen to possess those skills herself, she insists that we always offer a panic alarm like that to our female operatives. Besides, you might run into a situation where there’s more than four men you have to beat to death. Pull that ring, and one of us will try to come and help.”
Sarah gave him a sarcastic smile, and he turned to pick up another box. This one he handed to Moose. “Moose, your name is Billy Scott. ID, passport, everything, just like the others. There’s a Glock forty in your box, I understand that’s one of your favorite weapons. Keep it on you at all times. It’s been specially treated with a film that will keep metal detectors and even gun-sniffing dogs from spotting it, at least until it’s been fired the first time. If you have to carry it across the border, you should be able to do so without being caught.”