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A tapping at the bedroom door woke Bobby. Katie was beside him and apparently was able to remain asleep. Bobby was feeling mischievous, so he said “Come in” in a voice loud enough for JR to hear him through the door.
Katie opened her eyes just as JR stepped into the room. She was still curled up next to Bobby with her head on his chest, and it took her a minute to register the situation. When she did, she promptly reached under the covers and pinched Bobby in a spot that he would remember for a while. She then made sure the sheet covered her entirely as she rolled onto her back and smiled at her son.
“Good morning sweetheart. How did you sleep?” she asked.
“Really good,” JR said. “The sleeping bag was real comfy. Thanks, Bobby.”
“I’ve always like that sleeping bag too,” Bobby told him, as he reached under the covers and pinched Katie back. She jerked away and smiled at JR.
“Did you need something JR?” she asked him.
“Not really,” he said. “I guess I just wanted you to know I was up.”
“Thanks, JR,” she said, “Why don’t you go put on your slippers and we’ll come out and have breakfast in a few minutes.”
“Okay Mom,” JR said as he left the room and closed the door.
“You are going to give our son a complex if you don’t watch yourself buster,” Katie giggled as she rolled on top of Bobby.
Bobby had JR eating a toaster strudel and a banana by the time that Katie joined them in the kitchen. She had already dressed and put her hair in a ponytail as she eyed what JR was eating.
“Do you want some cereal or anything else?” she asked JR. “I know that neither you nor Bobby will eat eggs.”
Bobby raised an eyebrow at this statement. He had never liked eggs but found it curious that his son seemed to share his aversion.
“No thanks Mom,” JR answered. “Four of these toaster strudels and a banana filled me up.
“Four?” she asked looking at Bobby with confusion.
“I try to avoid keeping opened packages, so JR was nice enough to help me finish off the entire thing,” Bobby told her.
“How many are in a package?” She directed her question to JR.
“Six,” JR replied. “Bobby could only handle two of them, so I had to eat the rest.”
Katie just smacked her forehead and laughed.
“Mom?”
Katie turned to him and said “Yes JR?”
“How do you make your eyes change color?”
Bobby cocked an eyebrow at her and shrugged.
“How do you mean?” she asked, stalling for time to come up with an answer.
JR stared at her eyes and said, “When I woke you up your eyes were a different color, and I was wondering if everyone’s eyes changed color when they sleep, or if you do something to make it happen.”
“Wait here a second,” Katie told him, as she got up from the table and left the kitchen.
She returned within a couple of minutes holding a hand mirror, her contact lens solution, and her lens container. She set them all on the table and told JR to watch her. She squeezed some solution into one of the lens receptacles and then took off her glasses. She picked up the mirror and used it to guide the removal of the contact lens from her left eye. Once she had placed it into the solution, she turned and looked at JR.
“Wow,” JR said. “You have great eyes, Mom. Why do you change their color?”
She smiled at JR and told him “Your eyes are the same color as your father’s, JR. I wanted you to have the same joy of looking into those color eyes that I had with him, and continue to have with you.”
Katie replaced the contact and put her glasses back on.
“I would like to be able to see your regular eyes,” JR said.
Katie offered, “I’ll tell you what, JR ... I will stop wearing contact lenses when we are home, but I will continue to wear them when we leave the house. Other people who have come to recognize my eyes with the contacts would get confused and ask too many questions. Is that okay?”
“That would be nice,” said JR. “I can see my dad’s eyes and my mom’s eyes.”
Bobby interrupted them with his question, “So PattyKat, do you want anything for breakfast?”
JR looked confused, and then smiled and said, “Oh yeah, that’s you, Mom. You’re PattyKat.”
Katie giggled and said, “Well I did have my heart set on a toaster strudel, but...”
Bobby pulled a plate from behind his back with two frosted toaster strudels and a banana on it.
JR broke out laughing, “Fooled you!”
Katie laughed along with Bobby and JR, but she was in no way surprised that Bobby had known what she would want, and fulfill her request without her having to ask. She silently hoped that her son would inherit his father’s skills and that he would find a girl that appreciated them as much as Katie did.
Bobby went with JR to help him roll up the sleeping bag as Katie finished her breakfast. They were back in the kitchen shortly with JR carrying his backpack and Bobby also carrying one of his own.
“I guess everyone is just waiting for me,” Katie said.
Bobby bent down and kissed Katie’s forehead then said, “Take your time. You’re well worth waiting for. JR and I will start loading stuff into the car.”
JR followed Bobby outside to the car. As Bobby opened the hood (trunk) for them to stow the backpacks, JR asked, “Who was PattyKat?”
Bobby patted JR’s shoulder and said, “She is a girl I love with all my heart.”
“How long ago?” asked JR
Bobby considered the question and replied, “It started long ago, but it never ended. I still love her as much today as I ever did, maybe even more.”
JR had a look of dread on his face when he said, “But what about my mom?”
Bobby understood JR’s question, so he said, “JR, what did I say I was naming your mom last night?”
JR was ready for this and he said, “You said you would call her PattyKat, but that’s just a nickname.”
Bobby knelt and put both hands on JR’s shoulders. “JR, I told you I would never make a promise I couldn’t keep. Do you remember that?”
JR nodded, and then Bobby continued, “I promise you JR, that I love your mom as much as I ever loved PattyKat, and that’s why I am able to call her by that name. Someday you will know how that is possible, but for now, you’ll just need to trust me and your mom. Okay?”
“My mom doesn’t miss my dad when she is around you, and that scares me,” said JR. “I’m afraid she won’t ever tell me about him.”
“What do you want to know about your dad, JR?” asked Bobby
“Lots of things,” JR replied, “But mostly why he left me and Mom.”
“What makes you think he left you?” asked Bobby
“Because he’s never come to see us,” moaned JR. “If he wanted to see us, he would have come.”
Bobby sat on the ground and pulled JR onto his lap. He placed his hands on the sides of JR’s face and moved his head until JR was looking straight into his eyes.
“JR, I can assure you that if your dad knew that he had you as his son, he would move heaven and earth to be with you. If he hasn’t come yet there has to be a very good reason that has kept him away.”
JR shook Bobby’s hands from his face and said, “But if my mom likes you, then where does that leave my dad?”
Bobby was almost at a loss, but he tried anyway when he said, “JR, neither your mom nor I will ever do anything that would keep you from meeting your dad. Remember how your mom changed her eye color so you would recognize your dad’s when you saw him? Does that sound like someone who would do anything to deny you the opportunity to know your dad?”
JR thought about that and said, “I guess not. But Bobby, your eyes are the same color as mine and my Mom’s when she has her contacts in. How will I know my dad’s eyes when I see them?”
Bobby knew the answer to that, so he told JR, “You’ll know it by what the eyes tell you. Look beyond the color and you will see what the person is feeling. The eyes are the window once you learn how to look through them.”
JR didn’t fully understand, but he was mollified for the time being. Katie came out and asked what was up.
“Just guy stuff,” said Bobby as he lifted JR off his lap. “So, what’s the plan?”
Katie walked over and gave her hand to Bobby then pulled him to his feet. “Why don’t we take JR to see my parents and then play things by ear?”
“Works for me,” Bobby said.
JR yelled “SHOTGUN,” and started for the front passenger seat. Katie was on him like a missile and wrapped her arms around him. “No you don’t buster, that’s PattyKat’s seat.” Katie looked to Bobby for confirmation.
Bobby smiled and said, “She’s right JR. Since I have owned this car, no one, and I mean no one other than PattyKat has ever sat in that seat. It is permanently reserved for the girl I love.”
JR hollered, “Ewww, cootie seat!!” as he jumped over into the back seat and Katie settled into her seat. Bobby went to lock up the house, and then they drove to the nursing home.
Bobby parked his car in the same visitor’s spot he had used yesterday. As he did so, he noticed that the same car that the Marshals had been in was sitting in its same space, but this morning it was empty.
The sky had a smattering of clouds, so not knowing how long they would be visiting with Katie’s parents, Bobby decided to put the ragtop up before going into the nursing home. JR had already jumped out of the car before Bobby came around to open the door for Katie.
As he helped her out of the car, he looked down at JR and said, “Since you did such a good job helping me put the cover on the other day JR, do you want to help me put the top up today?”
Katie offered, “You go around to your side Bobby. I’ll show JR on this side.”
Bobby went to the driver’s side and he and Katie performed a ritual they had shared each day for almost two years so long ago. Katie explained every step to JR, and once the ragtop was in place, she showed him how to secure it to the top of the windshield frame.
“Now for the hard part,” she said. “Bobby’s car doesn’t have power windows, so someone needs to crawl into the back seat and roll those up by hand. Why don’t you do the back windows JR, while Bobby and I do the front ones?”
Without argument, JR folded back the front passenger seatback, climbed into the back seat, and quickly rolled both windows fully up. By the time he had crawled back out of the car, Bobby and Katie had completed their windows and were standing beside each other waiting for him.
All of his mother’s pictures showed the car with the convertible down, so JR had no idea what the Corvair would look like with its top up. He asked Bobby, “It’s made of cloth, so how does it keep water from getting into the car when it rains?”
Bobby took Katie’s hand and put his other hand on JR’s shoulder as he steered them towards the entrance to the nursing home. “A couple of tricks were used, JR. First, the material used is a heavy-duty canvas-like fabric that has a very tight weave. Then, it is soaked with various chemicals to make it repel water, and those chemicals get re-applied when I notice any spots where the water isn’t beading up. Finally, the top is actually several layers, with one of those being a thin film of plastic sheeting. Water gets in around the windows and seals on occasion, but it generally has to be aimed directly at the area for that to happen.”
Katie agreed, “I remember one time in your dad’s car when a big truck passed on my side and splashed a bunch of water against my side window. I didn’t get soaked, but I definitely got some water on me.”
She smiled at Bobby knowing he remembered the event as well as she did. Bobby acknowledged her with a nod and a smile of his own.
Katie asked Bobby and JR to wait while she checked with the reception desk to see where her parents might be. She returned to them and said, “They’re in their room packing. Let’s go see what’s up.”
Katie took JR’s hand in her right and Bobby’s in her left as she led them through the halls to her parent’s room. The two Marshals from the parking lot were waiting outside the room and approached Katie. They ignored Bobby and the driver from yesterday addressed Katie directly.
“We’re glad you’re here Ms. Freeman. This makes things much easier.”
Katie looked at Bobby and then responded to the Marshal who had spoken to her, “What happened? Are my parents okay?”
The Marshal replied, “They’re fine Ma’am. As soon as suitable transport arrives, we’ll be taking them back to your house. We have been ordered to return you and your son to the house as well, so you being here now will allow us to transport all of you together.”
Bobby said, “You worry about her parents and I’ll get Katie and JR home.”
The Marshall looked at Bobby for the first time and said, “I’m sorry sir, but I have my orders.”
Katie started to say something but the squeeze of Bobby’s hand silenced her. He then released her hand and walked over to the Marshal who had been the passenger yesterday. Keeping his voice low so that Katie and JR couldn’t hear him, he asked, “Why the security escalation? What has happened?”
The Marshal started his reply, “I’m sorry si...”, but Bobby raised his hand to stop him.
With a look that almost had the Marshal contemplating that he should pull his weapon, Bobby softly said, “Call your duty officer in DC and hand me the phone.”
Katie, JR, and the other Marshal looked on as the Marshal Bobby had been speaking to pulled out his cell phone, dialed a number, and then handed the phone to Bobby. Mr. and Mrs. Freeman were also watching from the door of their room.
Bobby stepped a bit further down the hall, motioning for the Marshal to follow him to distance them from the others. When the phone was answered on the other end, Bobby quietly said, “Listen up. ‘Protocol Pioneer’.” He recited his personal identifier code and continued, “You have 30 seconds to acknowledge. Let me know when you’re ready.”
The duty officer was acknowledging within 10 seconds.
“You have my authorization? Please confirm.” Said Bobby.
“Authorization confirmed,” came the reply.
“Then your instructions are as follows,” Bobby continued while staring into the eyes of a very surprised U.S. Marshal, and occasionally glancing at Katie to reassure her. “Contact Deputy Marshall Kirby Wallace and inform him that he is ordered to be at the main gate of Lackland Air Force Base at exactly thirteen hundred hours today. He will identify himself at the gate and be given further instructions at that time. Please repeat your instructions back to me.”
His instructions were repeated back without delay. Bobby then ended the call and handed the phone back to the Marshal. Bobby addressed both Marshals when he said. “Your Duty Officer can explain things to you if necessary. I will need a few minutes alone with the Freeman family in their room. You can wait outside, go check on the status of their transportation, or get some coffee. I don’t care.”
Without waiting for a response, Bobby took Katie’s hand and led her and JR into her parent’s room. Mr. and Mrs. Freeman stepped aside to let them in. Bobby closed the door and made sure it was latched before speaking, addressing Katie’s parents first.
“Did the Marshals give you any indication of why they wanted to return you to your house today?” he asked them.
“No, they just showed up after our doctors visited us this morning and said we had been released and were going home,” Mr. Freeman said, with his wife nodding her agreement. Then Mr. Freeman continued, “Who were you talking to on that Marshal’s phone?”
“It’s not important,” Bobby said.
“Not important?” said Katie. “The Marshal standing next to you looked like he was going to cry, and I’m pretty sure the one next to me soiled his pants.”
“I’ll try to explain later,” Bobby said. “We need to discuss other things right now. First of all, Katie, I would like you and JR to return to your house with your parents.” He pulled something out of his wallet and handed her what looked like a Visa credit card.
“You sending me on a shopping spree?” she teased.
Bobby was glad to see her mood lightening, and he didn’t want to stop that, but he needed to continue; “Maybe later. For now, I want you to find a place on your person to hold that card whenever I am not with you. Inside a shoe, in a pocket, or anyplace else you feel comfortable with. Just don’t put it in your purse ... keep it on your person. Understand?”
“Perfectly,” she said without question.
“Good.” Bobby kissed her forehead and continued. “I don’t know what’s changed, but I am going to find out. My concern is that I not lose contact with any of you, so stay close to Katie as much as possible. I should be able to join you at your house by late afternoon. Katie, let’s exchange cell phone numbers but don’t enter a name in your directory for mine. Let me know when you’re ready.”
Katie pulled out her cell phone and said “Ready”. Bobby read his number to her and she entered it as he did so.
“Now call me,” he said. She hit the dial icon and Bobby’s cell phone rang a couple of seconds later. He answered and disconnected the call, then saved the number into the phone’s memory.
“That’s done,” Bobby said as he put his cell phone back into his pocket.
“I’ll wait with you until your transportation has arrived and I know the Marshals have you safely on your way home. Excuse me a minute while I go inform them that you’re ready to go.”
Without waiting for a response, Bobby left the room, closing the door once again behind him.
“Michaelson,” was the curt reply as the phone was answered.
“Sir, Wallace here,” Kirby began, “I had a message to call you.”
“Right. Thanks for being prompt,” Michaelson’s tone was anything but appreciative. “We have received the preliminary report on Alexander from the medical examiner. That combined with a systems access review by the FBI has heightened our concerns.
Kirby suspected that was the reason Michaelson wanted to talk to him, so he let him continue uninterrupted.
“The M.E. has tentatively placed the time of death at approximately 0900 Wednesday morning. The FBI has confirmed that Alexander was last seen when he left his house on Monday morning. His wife stated that he left at 0730 as he always did. Assuming he was abducted while on his way to his office, it would appear that he was tortured for almost 48 hours before they killed him.”
Michaelson continued, “The estimated time of death is telling. The FBI had determined that at approximately 1700 hours on Tuesday, Alexander’s user name and password for the Justice Department servers were used to access the system. The user activity recovered has shown significant searching of files related to Alexander’s cases, and several megabytes of data were downloaded. The FBI is trying to backtrack the destination of the downloads but has hit a stone wall so far. At approximately 2100 hours the same day, Alexander’s user name and password were used to access our secure servers as well. The user name and password were different than his Justice Department credentials, so it appears that once they knew he had been truthful with the first set, they went back and pried the second set out of him as well. The time online within our system was relatively short, so they must have also been told where to look for what they wanted. The only download that our systems people have been able to identify as being initiated under Alexander’s credentials during that login session was for the Harpers.
“Just wonderful,” fumed Kirby. “So, we have definitely been compromised.”
“We need to operate under that assumption,” agreed Michaelson. “What are your plans?”
“That depends,” said Kirby. “Does ‘Protocol Pioneer’ mean anything to you?”
Michaelson thought for a minute and then said, “Give me a second to look that one up.” Kirby heard the clicking of a keyboard over the phone.
Michaelson was back within seconds, “Wallace, have you been given orders under Protocol Pioneer?
“Yes sir,” Kirby responded. “About five minutes before I called you. Do you know the significance of those orders sir?”
Michaelson considered his response before answering, “Wallace, since 9/11 and the creation of the Department of Homeland Security, there have been several ‘Protocols’ created that dictate the type and scope of inter-agency cooperation and command structures that would best serve the country during various scenarios, usually related to terrorism or other attacks against our country. Protocol Pioneer essentially places select federal law enforcement agencies under the direct command of the Secretary of Homeland Security’s office. I can’t ask you what your orders are, but I can tell you that they must be followed. Do you know yet how this will impact your assignment with the Harpers?”
“Not yet sir,” said Kirby. “I hope to know more this afternoon, and if allowed to do so, I will update you then. In the meantime, the family is being returned to their house and the teams are in place to sequester them until further orders are available. I’ll pass along the fact that the location and their identity might have been compromised. No one likes surprises.”
“Yet they keep coming,” said Michaelson as he hung up.
“Yes, they do,” thought Kirby as he considered his orders. He had a couple of hours yet to ponder them further.
Katie’s mom was the first to speak after the door had closed. “Pretty assertive young man, if I do say so myself,” she said. “He sure instills confidence in me though.”
Mr. Freeman chuckled, “Those Marshals sure didn’t seem too confident around Bobby. They were both shocked and awed at the same time.”
“It’s funny you say that Dad,” replied Katie with a giggle. “When I asked Bobby what his specialty was at his work, he told me ‘Shock and Awe’. Although, I don’t imagine there’s much money to be made intimidating U.S. Marshals, but I might be wrong.”
Mrs. Freeman said, “Well, I’m just glad he’s on our side.”
Katie couldn’t agree more.
Bobby returned with the two Marshals after about five minutes. “Transport is here. Everybody ready?”
Katie took JR’s hand and led him into the hallway where Bobby took her other hand. Each of the Marshals took one of her parent’s suitcases and followed Mr. and Mrs. Freeman out of the room. Bobby, Katie, and JR led the group to the lobby and out into the parking lot where a black Suburban was parked in the loading zone just outside the door.
Two additional men were standing beside the vehicle, but before Bobby would allow Katie or JR to approach, he stopped and said, “Identify yourselves.”
They both looked past the Freemans to the two Marshals carrying the suitcases. When they nodded to them, the new Marshals presented their credentials for Bobby’s inspection. Satisfied, Bobby helped JR and then Katie into the rearmost seat in the Suburban. Katie gave him a hug and quick kiss before climbing in next to her son. Bobby then assisted Mrs. Freeman into the back seat while her husband went around and got in on the other side. The suitcases were stowed in the back, the doors were closed, and the two Marshals took their positions in the front seat. Bobby retrieved Patty and JR’s bags from the Corvair and handed them to one of the two original Marshals, who placed them in the back of the Suburban as well.
Bobby motioned for Mrs. Freeman to roll her window down so he could talk to all of them.
“I’ll take care of a few errands and be at your house as soon as possible. Would you like me to pick up a pizza or anything when I come?”
The Marshal in the passenger seat turned to Bobby and said, “I’m sorry sir, but the Freeman home will be under restricted access. You will not be granted entry if you show up there today or in the foreseeable future.”
Bobby virtually snarled his response, “Wanna bet?” Then he turned back to the Freemans and said, “Think about it. If there’s anything you want me to bring you, Katie has my number. Travel safe and I’ll see you shortly.”
Bobby wasn’t scheduled to begin his assignment at Lackland until the following week, but his office had been ready for almost a month. While technically a contractor, Bobby had access to the same staff of support personnel as the upper echelon of the military intelligence command stationed there permanently.
While he waited for Kirby Wallace to arrive, Bobby initiated information requests through various restricted databases. He could not delegate these inquiries to any of the support staff personnel since they would never have been allowed access. There were other areas of his research that he could pass off, but he still did so reluctantly.
Five minutes before Kirby Wallace’s scheduled arrival, Bobby placed the final file folder onto the stack he had been building on his desk. His phone rang two minutes early notifying him that he had a visitor at the gate. Bobby made a call to notify the escort he had previously arranged.
Kirby Wallace was given a vehicle pass and told to park in a designated space just inside the gate and await his escort. He had barely pulled into the spot when there was a tap on the passenger door window. Kirby disengaged the door lock and a uniformed Air Force captain jumped into the seat beside him.
“Deputy Marshal Wallace?” the officer asked.
“Yes, would you like to see my ID?” Kirby replied.
The captain shook his head and said, “Not necessary sir. The guard checked it at the gate or your vehicle wouldn’t be here. I have been asked to escort you to your meeting. Please proceed up this road to the stop sign and then turn left.”
Kirby followed those directions as well as a few additional ones before reaching their destination on the far southeastern edge of the base. Kirby thought they might now be on what used to be part of Kelly Field, but he wasn’t sure. He was told to park in front of a nondescript building that was identifiable only by a building number. The captain got out of the Suburban and indicated that Kirby should follow him.
“What’s this building?” Kirby inquired.
The captain considered the question, and then replied, “Classrooms”.
Inside the doors was a small lobby that had no chairs or other furniture. There was a single door with a numeric keypad next to it. The captain entered a code and the door lock released, allowing them to enter. Kirby followed his escort down a wide hallway lined with unmarked doors. When they reached a cross hallway, they turned left and went about halfway down it before the captain knocked on one of the doors.
“Come,” said a voice from behind the door.
The captain opened the door, snapped off a crisp salute and while standing at attention said. “U.S. Deputy Marshall Wallace, as ordered sir.”
Bobby returned the salute and said, “Thank you, Captain, you are dismissed.” The captain turned and departed, leaving Kirby standing in the doorway.
“Thanks for meeting with me again Marshall Wallace,” said Bobby. “Please come in and close the door. Have a seat.”
Bobby was sitting behind his desk dressed in the uniform of a full bird colonel in the U.S. Air Force. Kirby now understood the deferential treatment that the captain had displayed towards him.
“So, you’re a colonel in the Air Force,” said Kirby as he took the chair in front of the desk.
Bobby grinned and replied, “Don’t let appearances fool you. I am no longer in the Air Force, but sometimes it’s better to walk like a duck and talk like a duck in order to get others to accept you as something other than a goose. I could be a second lieutenant in the Marine Corp and still outrank you.”
Kirby was no longer surprised that this man knew that he had left the Marines at the rank of Gunnery Sergeant. “I figured that out a couple of days ago.” He said. “So, what’s the agenda for this meeting?”
“We’re going to help each other,” Bobby said “But let’s get a few things out of the way first. To start with, I am going to be providing you with information that is imperative for you to make some decisions I will be requesting of you, so I have made arrangements to have your security level raised accordingly.”
Kirby just nodded.
Bobby picked up the phone on his desk and said, “Major, please bring the document into my office.” In less than a minute an attractive female officer entered Bobby’s office and crisply saluted. Bobby returned the salute and said, “At ease. Major Lewis, please explain the document to Marshal Wallace.”
She handed the paper to Kirby and said, “Your increase in security level brings with it some rather harsh consequences for you should you share anything with unauthorized individuals. If you have doubts about what information you can share with someone, check with either myself or the Colonel and we will guide you. Understood?”
Kirby just nodded once more.
“Please sign the document where indicated,” she said.
Kirby did so. Major Lewis retrieved the document from the desk, saluted Bobby once more, and exited his office.
Bobby continued, “Excellent. Now the next thing is for us to get better acquainted.” Bobby stood and extended his hand to Kirby. “My full name is James Robert Brandt, but my friends and family call me Bobby.” Kirby stood, took the proffered hand and shook it. Bobby returned to his seat and Kirby sat back into his.
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