Mentor, whose real identity was very guarded and known only to the President and the special agents he controlled, walked with Harrison into a waiting limousine by the air traffic control tower of D.C.-2 airport. Mentor nodded at the driver whom Harrison suspected knew their destination for he did not reply or utter a word. Harrison stared at Mentor who was staring back at him. “It’s really good to see you in one piece, Harrison” beamed Mentor. “Not as happy as I am to see you Greg,” replied Harrison. He very seldom addressed Mentor in the familiar, but he believed that the circumstances and the genuine warmth of their relationship justified its intimate use.
Harrison continued, “I regret the loss of agents Scout and Eagle. They were good agents and family men. I feel sorry for their families.” “Yes, that they truly were” said Mentor. He continued, “They were not expendable. Their children had a right to grow up with fathers. It will be difficult to replace them after so many years. If not for the Grace of God and Hannah, I’m afraid that you too would be counted among them.” Harrison neither grasped Mentor’s subtle meaning nor responded verbally, but could not disguise the inquisitive look on his face. Moments later he asked simply, “Hannah?” “Yes, Hannah,” insisted Mentor. If you were in the States as were Scout and Eagle, I have no doubt that Target One and you would have met a similar fate. Apparently, whoever was behind the sabotage literally did not have the time to reach your destination out of the country.” “Well, you know I can always count on Hannah to save me from myself was Harrison’s meager attempt at levity to lighten up a morbid scenario.
Glancing out of the limousine’s window, Harrison noted that they were headed into the heart of D.C. He asked somewhat hesitantly, “Where do we go from here?” “There is a special meeting scheduled for six o’clock this evening at the White House” replied Mentor. He continued, “We were ready to proceed with the meeting with or without you since we were uncertain about the outcome of your flight.” “How comforting,” mused Harrison. Mentor smiled in return and said, “We will drop you off at your place so that you can rest and refresh yourself. Be sure to dress formally. I suppose that you may want to contact somebody special, but I advise against it.” “Oh?” was Harrison’s simple inquire. “It is clear that whoever knew that Scout and Eagle worked directly under the President and murdered them, undoubtedly know that you do as well and would like to seal a similar fate for you. Contacting Hannah now could jeopardize your safety as well as hers.” Harrison turned away and faced forward. The words spoken by Mentor were undoubtedly true. Harrison turned back toward Mentor and said with some sarcasm; “I bow to your superior thinking as usual” for he indeed did desire to contact Hannah.
Both men smiled and remained silent for several minutes, each lost in their own thoughts. Harrison soon broke the quiet by asking, “Any word about Software?” Mentor did not respond immediately and when he did reply, he chose his words deliberately: “Everything we know about President Ashton and what you need to know will be discussed this evening.” This time it was Mentor who turned away from his agent. Harrison was both confused and concerned. It was unusual for Mentor not to relate something about a case, even some speculation; yet, he understood the seriousness of the situation in that it centered on not only the disappearance of the President of the United States, but the first woman President of America.
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