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it. He poured the contents into one of the two glasses of soda water he had on the tray in front of him. He handed it to me. “I can’t have you sick, so drink the soda water and you ARE going to eat something when they come around with food.”
    I nodded and took a sip of the vodka.  Once again the spinning started, but I didn’t care as the throbbing had dulled a little. The flight attendants moved around the cabin tending to the other passengers, ignoring us for the most part.
    My protector sat next to me sipping the plain soda water. I knew nothing of the man, except that earlier in the day, I had thought he was 007. How far off was I? “Do you at least have a name?” 
    He sat next to me contemplating his response. I wondered if he would even use his real name. “Jack,” he finally answered.
    I lifted my glass and smiled, which took everything I had. “Well , Jack, Nice to meet you.”  And then I downed what was left of my vodka and soda.

 
     
     
     
     
     

    5 Jet Lag
     
    Her breathing was steady and she was calm. At this point in time that is all that mattered. The alcohol had its intended effect and Alison slept all the way to London.  She needed the sleep after downing the vodka and I felt kind of guilty giving it to her, but I figured it was the best way to keep her calm and to get as much information out of her as possible. 
    I had hoped the people I worked for could smooth things over with the people in Israel.  The Moussad were not a group to be messed with and the operative they were using in conjunction with us was now dead. As was Tom, and I had to believe that his death was not entirely due to natural causes.  I sighed and looked out the window at the lights below. I wasn’t thrilled about landing even if it was for a short time. Any little delay in getting her to the States could be detrimental to her.
    I glanced over and watched as she tossed in her sleep.  I was sure this was a woman who rarely slept peacefully.  Her movements were jerky and she mumbled incoherently.  Her brown hair had fallen into her face, and I reached up to push it out of her face.  She twitched slightly and then turned away from me.  She was adorable.  Right at that moment I couldn’t think of any other word for her but adorable. But it didn’t quite fit.
    I knew more about her than she could ever know about me. She held a BS in biology and minor in political science from the University of New Mexico. She had finished her Master’s degree last year at Georgetown and had shot up the ladder at the labs in Albuquerque, working on microprocessors for satellites.  She helped design the chips but she also had written several papers on how the technology produced at the labs would affect world politics as we knew it. While we were in Tel Aviv, I had Seth dig up a few of them for me. I had this urge to find out as much as I could about her. What I discovered was the fact she was an extremely intelligent woman; and now as I sat next to her, I was able gauge just how beautiful she was as well.
    Her knowledge of Middle Eastern politics was impressive. To me, she belonged not at the labs but at a desk in Northern Virginia as an analyst with my former employer. I saw immediately why Tom had chosen her for the job she now held. It had nothing to do with her biology degree, but instead with her understanding of international politics and an understanding of what he truly did for his government, even if she didn’t know it.
    She played softball in both high school and college, and had even been offered a scholarship with Arizona State. She had opted to stay in New Mexico and play for UNM. Her file for the most part was simple. She was not a complex woman. She was devoted to her work, and had little time for much else, not even a boyfriend it seemed. 
    She had the most incredible emerald eyes I had ever seen. Her brown hair hung in soft waves around her face and for the most part, she moved with the grace of an