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What looked like a pile of scrap on wheels, but apparently far from dead, ground on its abused rims to a gentle stop at the terminal, Dulles International. A nearby skycap looked on in horror as its driver nipped smartly around to the rear passenger side, and opened its door
“Anthony, has anyone tried hailing that thing yet?” “That was the first thing we tried,” Captain Nweke said. “No response yet; we may not have their channel.” “Standard ship-to-shore; shouldn’t be any question.” “Captain van Rhijn has them re-trying every ten minutes,” Anthony said. “Since they’re not displaying any hostile
“You were in the Army, weren’t you?”, the old lady smiled, pouring a cup of tea. Pike accepted it gratefully and inhaled. He had never tried tea and hadn’t a clue where she had got the stuff. But it smelled divine. “Yes,” he eventually said. “That seems so long ago.