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Just before reaching Camilla, Georgia where they switched from Highway 97 to Highway 300, Sean received a second signal bar on the display of his cell phone and determined that he would be able to maintain a connection that justified pairing the phone with his hands-free Bluetooth feature in his car.
Amanda watched as Sean paired his phone and silently demonstrated her appreciation by making a zippered motion across her lips, followed by a smile. Sean saw her motion and grinned as he nodded in response while he spoke his first voice command, “Call Karen.”
The speakers in his car were quickly filled with the sound of a ringing phone, followed almost immediately by the sound of a woman’s voice, “Sean?”
“Good morning sleepy head. How is the morning sickness this morning?”
Amanda’s interest in the conversation was suddenly piqued, but she tried to hide it by focusing her attention on the scenery passing by.
“It’s not too bad this morning. Are we still on for lunch?” asked Karen.
“That’s why I’m calling,” said Sean. “Something’s come up and I’ll need to cancel, but on a positive note, you’ll be able to head home earlier than planned. Would you need any help getting an earlier flight?”
“No thanks. I’ll wait to see how I feel in a little while before deciding. When can we talk again? There’s still a lot that we need to cover together before things move too far.”
“I’m going to have to place my focus elsewhere for at least a week, Karen. You also need to ease your husband’s concerns by spending some quality time with him for a change.”
“Oh, I’ll be sure to distract him when I get home, don’t worry. I could use the distraction myself.”
“Okay, Karen. Safe travels. Shoot me a text or e-mail to let me know you made it home alright.”
“I will Sean. I’ll miss you. Bye.”
“Me too Karen. Bye.”
Sean ended the call, but before dialing his next number he glanced over and saw a look of suspicion on Amanda’s face. “Sorry, that was Karen Mason. I was supposed to meet with her today to go over some business matters, but I think our mission right now is more important.”
“Is she pregnant?” asked Amanda.
Sean nodded, “Yeah, with her first. She and her husband live in Southern California and she had flown out here last week for our business, so I’m glad that she now has the opportunity to get back home sooner.”
“I’m sure she’ll be more comfortable at home,” Amanda said, but her expression was still etched with suspicion.
“She and Kyle both, I’m sure,” agreed Sean. “They both lead very busy lives, but this is the first time that they have been apart since they got married and with her telling him she was pregnant right before this trip has made them both a bit tense about their separation.”
“So, you know her husband?” asked Amanda.
“Kyle? Sure, that’s how I met Karen, through my friendship with Kyle.”
“I see,” said Amanda with an obvious lightening of her mood.
Noticing that Amanda seemed placated for the moment, Sean made another call.
“Call Kirby.”
Once more the speakers in his car came to life with ringing followed by the voice of his uncle, “Sean?”
“Yes, sir. We’re almost to Camilla so we should be in good cell range from now until Atlanta.”
“Good,” Kirby said. “You still plan on taking Highway 300 north from there?”
“That’s the plan,” confirmed Sean.
While Sean and his uncle were speaking, Amanda listened to their conversation while considering her reactions to the previous call between Sean and Karen Mason. Her initial surge of jealousy surprised her, but not as much as the elation that she now felt knowing that they were just friends. She liked the last feeling much better where Sean Wallace was concerned.
“Do you know where the Marine Corps Logistics Base is in Albany?” Kirby asked.
“It shouldn’t be too hard to find,” said Sean. “Do we need to stop there?”
“Just at the front gate. A special agent from Immigration and Custom Enforcement is choppering there right now from FLETC where a briefing on Homeland Security’s Blue Campaign is being held.”
“Blue Campaign?” asked Amanda. Sean glanced at her and she just shrugged and grinned.
“Who was that?” asked Kirby.
“Sorry,” said Sean. “I forgot that you two hadn’t been introduced yet. Amanda Wallace, say hello to my Uncle Kirby. Uncle Kirby, say hello to Amanda Wallace. Amanda is the young lady I met earlier today that brought all of this to our attention.”
“Wallace?” asked Kirby.
Amanda laughed and said, “From a very distant branch of the family tree, I’m sure Uncle Kirby. I’m pleased to meet you, or your voice at least.”
“Family needs to stick together,” said Kirby. “To answer your question Amanda, Homeland Security’s Blue Campaign is a comprehensive education program that teaches law enforcement officers how to recognize human trafficking encountered during routine duties, how to protect victims, and how to initiate human trafficking investigations. We are fortunate that some of the nation’s experts are in the area right now and moving to help us find these girls.”
“We’re about ninety minutes from Albany,” said Sean.
“That should be perfect,” said Kirby. “Special Agent Mickey Anderson will be waiting for you at the main gate. You and Amanda need to provide as much information as possible that will allow I.C.E. to move their investigation forward to determine where the security breakdowns occurred and get to those responsible on all sides of the distribution chain.”
“We’ll do what we can. Do you have any update on the FBI being able to meet Gideon when he arrives in Bainbridge or what is going on at his cabin?” asked Sean.
“One of my colleagues has taken charge of the prisoners at the cabin. He hasn’t arrived himself yet, but U.S. Forest Service Law Enforcement and Investigations officers from Apalachicola National Forest headquarters near Tallahassee are on site at Mr. James’ cabin, had the prisoners transported to Naval Air Station Pensacola via Coast Guard helicopter and have the site secured awaiting the arrival of the FBI and Mr. James. No local authorities have been brought in or are aware of the situation as far as we know right now. Your involvement is ‘need-to-know’ currently, but I’ve got your back.”
Kirby continued, “How long do you think we have before the locals get curious or decide to check out the situation on their own? I mean, if your suspicions about the local Sheriff being involved are correct, won’t he eventually go to the cabin to check the scene in preparation for what Mr. James would be expected to find when he returns?”
Sean considered this for a minute and then responded, “Based upon what the Tangos implied that they were going to film, I would assume that they felt confident that they would not be interrupted today. My guess is that no one will venture out to check things until tomorrow at the earliest, but a single sentry with a view of the turn-off from Highway 97 would be able to see anyone coming at least 10 miles away. There is no other way for a vehicle to get to the cabin.”
“We don’t know enough about their operation to assume anything right now,” said Kirby.
“You’re right,” agreed Sean, “but from what the Tangos confessed, everything points to their deal to purchase Amanda being completely separate from the smuggling operation involving the other girls, so the communication protocols of one wouldn’t likely apply to the other. On the other hand, their contacts here are likely involved in both, or at least have significant knowledge of the smuggling operation even if they do not have direct involvement in it. If the ship off-loaded in Bainbridge that is out of Morgan Smith’s jurisdiction so how did he get involved in this?”
“Those are among the points you need to discuss with Special Agent Anderson,” said Kirby. “I.C.E. will be taking point on the human trafficking investigation from here on. The FBI and all other agencies will be at their disposal and be prepared to respond in rescuing the girls, but we obviously have some serious players involved that need to be identified and brought to justice.”
“Is Special Agent Anderson stationed at the Federal Law Enforcement Training Center? I met a Michelle Anderson a few years back while I was there helping them analyze which close quarter combat techniques that they wanted to standardize on.” Sean mentioned the full name of the facility because he could see that Amanda was confused about the acronym ‘FLETC’ which Kirby had used earlier. “I believe she was with I.C.E., but we only chatted briefly over dinner one night so I might be mistaken.”
Sean remembered Michelle Anderson also being very frank and obvious in her desire for them to hook up, even if just for a one-night stand. She was a very attractive woman whose body held the promise of enormous sexual pleasure, but Sean had declined all of her advances at the time. Glancing over at Amanda, he knew instinctively that he would do the same with Michelle if the propositions were repeated today. Michelle Anderson was unquestionably attractive, but glancing at the woman beside him, Sean saw that next to Amanda Wallace, she would look like she had been soaked in bleach too long.
“I wouldn’t know,” said Kirby. “I guess you’ll find out once you get to Albany. I just received an e-mail message that mentions a weather front moving into Georgia from the west. There is concern that clouds may obscure our drone imagery on the trucks within the next few hours.”
“If the target truck takes 75 north, there is a Department of Transportation weigh station near Forsyth that they will need to stop at,” mentioned Sean. “Can we get anything in place to quarantine and inspect the truck at that point?”
Kirby was quick to respond, “I already checked into that. The scales at that station are down for service so it is closed. When the target truck received a green bypass signal from the PrePass transponder as it approached the weigh station near Valdosta, it raised another flag relative to who might have entered information on this truck into the database that the system uses to establish a particular truck’s qualifications to bypass the station. It is one of several strands to this spider web we have to navigate to uncover the depth of the conspiracy.”
“What are our options for tracking the truck if we lose drone imagery?” asked Sean.
“We have already begun positioning local law enforcement vehicles onto overpasses and in the center median where necessary,” reported Kirby. “We are fortunate that Interstate 75 through Georgia is notorious for all the speed traps along its route, so as long as the cars positioned to report the truck’s movements have their radar or laser detection devices broadcasting, their presence probably won’t raise any undue concerns for our target. An added bonus to that is the effect it will have on overall traffic speeds by slowing everyone on the road down. The toughest challenge is getting the locals to simply report the truck’s location without taking any action on their own to intercede. I’m going to be calling each of the involved jurisdictions personally over the next few hours to make certain that they understand and accept their role.”
“If we can meet up with Special Agent Anderson and get in position early enough, do you think we should try and tail the target truck?” asked Sean.
“I’ll leave that decision up to Anderson, but my gut instinct would be to advise against anything other than strictly passive tracking at this time.” Kirby continued, “While we want to break-up the conspiracy that is obviously in place, our first concern is the safety of the girls. There have been instances where traffickers eliminate the evidence when they are cornered.”
Amanda gasped when Kirby mentioned this. Sean reached over and squeezed her hand.
“Understood, and we agree with the priorities here,” he said. “I’ll update you once we have met up with Special Agent Anderson.”
“Do you have any weapons with you?” asked Kirby.
“I assume you mean weapons besides myself,” answered Sean. Amanda shot him a questioning look, but he ignored it. “Just the Smith & Wesson forty-five compact that I always keep under the seat.”
“Well, let’s see how things progress before we arm you for bear,” said Kirby with a chuckle. “But you don’t need arms for a bear, do you? Hopefully, we can keep you on a green mission. I’ll wait to hear from you. Bye.”
Sean glanced over at Amanda and recognized her exhaustion, “Why don’t you try to get a little sleep? I can hold off on other calls until later, and once we pick up Special Agent Anderson the conversation in the car will make it harder for you to rest.”
“You don’t mind? Can I crawl into the back seat and lie down there?”
“Sure,” said Sean as he pulled along the shoulder of the road and stopped. “Let’s get you as comfortable as possible.”
Amanda got out of the front seat. Sean met her at the back door and helped position his duffle bag for her to use it as a pillow as she stretched out across the back seat.
“This is the best we can do for right now, so I hope it allows you to get some rest.” He closed the back door and returned to the driver’s seat.
“Thank you, Sean.”
Sean turned off his hands-free Bluetooth and put his phone on vibrate ring before pulling the car back onto the road. He didn’t want the phone to wake Amanda in the event someone called. He knew that she had to be exhausted from both a lack of sleep as well as coming down from the Adrenalin rush her ordeal was certain to have produced.
While Sean knew that he should focus his concentration on strategy and tactics for recovering the girls, his thoughts continued to wander to Amanda. Her strength and confidence were obvious, but he was more intrigued by how he had responded to her inquiries into his life. He kept trying to analyze what it was about her that had him sharing himself in such an uninhibited manner. She had a way of listening that made him feel like the most interesting person she had ever encountered.
Maybe it was the fact that he had been introduced to her during a period where she was completely vulnerable that permitted him to share his own vulnerabilities with her. Maybe it was the trust in him that she had demonstrated that allowed him to trust her so much.
Sean spent the next seventy plus minutes contemplating his feelings towards Amanda, and while he came to no conclusions on why he felt the way he did, he could acknowledge that he had absolutely no regrets for sharing anything with her. All he knew for certain was that he had never met another woman who had impacted him as much as Amanda had.
Amanda awoke as Sean was slowing the car on its approach to the main gate at the Marine Corps Logistics Base. In truth, she hadn’t slept much. Her mind had been too busy with thoughts of Sean Wallace. No man had ever made her feel more connected, but she wasn’t altogether certain of what that connection could be between them. Her body was telling her what it wanted, but her heart and mind were playing catch-up. She sat up in the back seat as Sean rolled down his window to speak to the Marine guard who approached the car.
“Hello Corporal, I’m Sean Wallace and I’m supposed to be meeting Special Agent Anderson from Immigration and Customs Enforcement here. Has Special Agent Anderson arrived yet?”
“Yes sir,” said the guard. “Special Agent Anderson is in Captain Ewell’s office. If you can show me some ID, I will get you a pass and an escort to the Captain’s office.”
“We are short on time, so could you just ask that Special Agent Anderson be brought here to the gate so that we can get going as soon as possible?”
The corporal was shaking his head as he responded, “My orders are for you to be sent to Captain Ewell’s office.” Noticing Amanda in the back seat, he modified his earlier request, “If you and the young lady can show me identification, I can get you a pass and an escort as quickly as possible to minimize your delay.”
“I don’t have any identification,” Amanda said to Sean.
The guard heard this and said, “I cannot issue a pass without identification. The young lady will need to wait here while you are escorted to Captain Ewell’s office.”
“That is unacceptable Corporal,” said Sean. “I am going to pull over to the waiting area and make a phone call. You may want to inform Captain Ewell of my arrival in the meantime.”
Without waiting for a response, Sean pulled his car into an area for vehicles waiting to pick up personnel from the base. He scrolled through his phone’s directory until he found the contact he was looking for and then hit ‘dial’.
“Headquarters and Support Battalion, Sergeant Major’s Touey’s office.”
“Please tell the Sergeant Major that Recon Wallace is on the phone,” said Sean.
“Captain Recon Wallace?” asked the clerk.
“Still Recon Wallace, but no longer a Captain. Please let the Sergeant Major know I would like to speak with her.”
“Yes, sir.” Within seconds his call was transferred and Sean heard the familiar voice of Tosha Touey on the phone.
“Captain Wallace, how can I be of assistance?” she asked.
“Tosha, do you know who the Sergeant Major is at Logistics Base Albany?” he asked.
“That would be Kevin Meyers,” she said. “Is there a problem?”
Sean went on to explain, “I am working with the Department of Homeland Security in an unofficial capacity. I was supposed to meet a Special Agent from Immigration and Customs Enforcement at the main gate of the Logistics Base, but a Captain Ewell is interfering. I could go through my contacts at DHS to get past him, but I would prefer to handle this through the Corps. Please call Sergeant Meyers and ask him to explain to Captain Ewell who I am, and the urgency of the situation. I need the Special Agent brought to the main gate immediately. Can you do that?”
“Consider it done. Give me your number and I’ll call you back within five minutes.”
Sean provided his cell phone number and disconnected the call. He turned and looked over the seat at Amanda. “Did the short nap help?”
Amanda rubbed a crease in her face left from lying on the duffle bag and said, “It probably didn’t do anything for my looks, but I sure needed it. Thanks.”
“At some point, when you get to know me better and trust my sincerity, remind me to tell you just how beautiful you are. I won’t tell you now, but when you’re ready, I’ll make certain that you know.”
“Sean Wallace, you are too funny,” she laughed. “Thank you.”
Only a few minutes passed before the corporal guarding the gate walked over to their car. Sean lowered his window.
“Captain Ewell is bringing Special Agent Anderson to the gate, sir. He asked me to inform you that he will be here within two minutes.”
Before the guard could return to his station at the gate, a Marine staff car approached from inside the base. When it pulled to the gate the Corporal approached the driver’s window and saluted. After a brief exchange, the corporal pointed to Sean’s car and returned to his post. The staff car pulled into a space next to Sean and the Captain driving the car got out.
Sean opened his door and walked around the front of his car to meet the Captain halfway between their vehicles.
“Captain Wallace?” asked Captain Ewell.
“Recon Wallace. Former Captain with Force Recon, Special Operations Training Group,” Sean said.
“Celer, Silens, Mortalis,” said Ewell. The Captain was trying to ingratiate himself with Recon by citing the motto of Force Recon, which translates from Latin to “Swift, Silent, Deadly”.
“Thanks for accommodating us, Captain. I would like to spend more time with you, but we have a very tight tactical operational timeline that we need to meet or exceed.”
A tall attractive raven-haired woman wearing a FLETC instructor’s polo shirt and khaki pants had removed a duffle bag from the staff car and was approaching Sean and Captain Ewell.
“Hello Sean,” she said as she gave him a hug that Amanda noticed was more than friendly in its duration and intensity. “It’s good to see you again.”
“Good to see you too Michelle. Are you ready to roll?”
“Unless Captain Ewell has any other issues with me, I believe I’m ready?”
Captain Ewell shook his head. “We were just surprised by the sudden appearance of a DHS helicopter and wanted to know why standard protocols were not followed. The Sergeant Major has explained the situation so there are no further issues here. Please accept my apologies for the delay.”
Sean’s cell phone vibrated. He checked the display and answered the call from Tosha Touey. “Hi, Tosha. Everything is all set here. Thanks for your help.”
“Anytime Captain. Take care.”
Sean hung up and put his phone back in its holster. He shook Captain Ewell’s hand and then led Special Agent Anderson to the front passenger door on his car. He opened the door for her and took her duffle bag. While she got situated, he placed her bag in the back of his car and resumed his place in the driver’s seat. Amanda noticed that Agent Anderson had unbuttoned the last bottom button on her polo shirt while they were waiting for Sean to return to his seat.
“Amanda Wallace, I’d like to introduce Michelle Anderson,” Sean said as he started his car and began to back out of the parking space.
“I thought your fiancée’s name was Kimberly?” said Michelle as she looked over her shoulder at Amanda.
Sean was confused for a second until he remembered that the last time he had been with Michelle Anderson, he was still engaged to Kimberly, and she must think that he and Amanda are now married because of their last names.
“My fiancée’s name was Kimberly. Amanda, could you explain the rest to Michelle?”
“Certainly sweetheart,” Amanda said. “I stole Sean away from Kimberly and we have been married for over a year now.” She said this with a straight face and was able to maintain it until she saw the shocked look on Sean’s face in the rear-view mirror.
“I’m just teasing,” Amanda said with a chuckle. “Sean and I just met today when he saved my life. It is merely a coincidence that our last names are the same.”
Michelle smiled at Amanda’s joke at Sean’s expense then directed her next question to him, “So did you and Kimberly get married or not?”
“Not,” said Sean.
“Her loss will definitely be some other lucky girl’s gain,” said Michelle, and Amanda noticed her smile broaden as well as subtle changes in her body language towards Sean. This tall attractive vixen evidently had an interest in Sean Wallace and Amanda realized that she didn’t feel a single flutter of jealousy within herself. She sensed that Sean wouldn’t respond to any advances from another woman as long as he was with her. Her trust in the fidelity of a man that she had just met would have surprised her, but for some reason after his explanation about Karen Mason, she almost had expected it where Sean Wallace was concerned.
Michelle turned back to look at Amanda, “I’m pleased to meet you, Amanda. You can call me ‘Mickey’. So, you were captured with the girls as I understand it?” The breathy voice that she had used when speaking to Sean became entirely professional as she addressed Amanda.
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