"True enough. Possibly two hours," Cynthia said. "Very well, we will continue our business." She went back to her discussion, dismissing Kerry to sit quietly in her corner.
That suited Kerry just fine. She fished in her briefcase and removed a magazine from it, laying the pages open on her lap and turning the reading light on.
Colorful fish faced her. She turned to an article on underwater photography and relaxed, leaning against the chair arm as she read.
She glanced at her watch, and then went back to the review of new models of underwater cameras. She had seen divers with rigs the size of small minivans taking pictures and she knew the results were often spectacular. She herself was more prone to moderation in her gear, preferring to trade off professional quality for ease of use and handling.
However, the enticing possibility of filming Dar swimming underwater in high resolution, now--
"Kerrison?"
"Huh?" Kerry looked up to find her mother looking back at her, two of the soldiers at her side. "Ah, yes?"
"This gentleman wishes a word with you." Her mother indicated one of the men. "I hope there's no problem."
Kerry wondered what problem her mother thought would involve her and the Michigan National Guard. "Sure, what can I do for you?" she asked, closing the magazine and setting it aside. "Sit down. " She indicated the seat across from her.
The man came over and sat down gingerly, moving his automatic rifle out of the way. "Sorry to bother you, Ms. Stuart," he said, "but I got a favor to ask."
Kerry was aware of a silence behind the man, as everyone else listened in. "If I can help, sure." She gave the soldier a smile. It was her friend from the gate, she realized, a tall man with sandy brown hair and a square, Midwestern face.
"My brother Joshua works for your company," he said, without preamble. "He works out in Manhattan. He runs cable for you all."
"Okay." Kerry nodded. "We have a service office there, yes."
"We haven't been able to talk to him since last night and my mother's having a heart attack," he said. "Do you know if he's okay?"
Yikes. Kerry took out her PDA. "Let me see if I can find out for you," she said. "His name is Joshua."
"Douglass," the man supplied. "He's my brother."
Kerry typed out a quick message to Mark. "I'll give that a minute, and if no answer I can log onto our systems and check," she said. "I know there are a lot of people that couldn't be contacted. The phones are jammed up and a lot of lines are down."
The soldier nodded. "That's what they said on the television." He glanced behind him. "Sorry to cut in here, ma'am," he addressed the Senator. "Uh, and you know--the press is here too, wanting to take pictures, I guess."
"Are they?" Cynthia asked, sharply. "Oh my. I didn't think we notified them we were leaving tonight, did we Charles?"
"I'll go see them." One of the aides immediately rose. "Shall I bring them onboard?"
"Well--"
"Let me see what their angle is," the aide said, scooting for the door. "It could be a good op."
"Guess I should have said that first," the soldier said to Cynthia. "Sorry about that Ma'am."
"Please." Cynthia held a hand up. "Your family is more important than the press, or I should hope!" She came over and took the seat on the other side of Kerry. "Let's hope for good news."
Kerry's PDA beeped and she opened it, crossing her toes as she scanned the note. "Hm." She picked up her cell phone and dialed a number. "Let's see what this is about--Mark?"
"Hey, Kerry."
Mark's voice sounded relaxed, which made the sudden knot in her gut relax. "What's up? Do we have anything on the name I sent you?"
"That's why I'm calling," Mark said. "I thought it was so completely freaking weird that you sent me that note when I was actually on the phone with that same guy," he said. "How did you do that?"
"You were?" Kerry asked. "Oh, wow!"
"Still am," Mark said. "So what's the deal with him? He's one of our line techs. Spent the whole damn day getting out of Manhattan and ended upstate near Buffalo," he said. "He got the alerts on his cell but couldn't answer and then turned it off for a while."
Kerry looked up to see her mother and the soldier watching her anxiously. Behind them, the sound of people approaching echoed. "Can you conference me in? I have his brother here."
"For sure," Mark said. "Hang on a sec." He clicked off, and then clicked back on. "Okay, we're here. Say hi to Kerry, Joshua."
"Uhhh--hi ma'am."
Kerry smiled. "Hang on." She held the phone out to the soldier. "Here. Want to say hello?"
The man stared at her, and then reached out for the phone, his eyes wide. "Are you kidding me?" He put the phone to his ear. "Hello?" He paused. "Josh, is that you? Yeah! Yeah it's Mike! I can't believe you're on the phone! Jesus Christ, bro, mama's about sick to death with you!"
Kerry leaned on her seat arm, a big grin on her face, very satisfied to have pulled this particular undeserved rabbit out of her navel in typical coincidental fashion. Across the aisle, her mother was also smiling as she listened, and behind them she caught the flash of a camera capturing it all.
"No, no man, I'm guarding the airport here." Mike was saying. "I saw that lady from your company come in and so I came and asked her what was up--what? Where are you? Buffalo?" He paused. "Well go have some damned chicken wings then!"
Kerry chuckled. "Mm," she said. "I love chicken wings." She saw her mother's eyebrows hike.
"Okay, okay, listen," Mike said. "Call mama. She's crying, man! Okay? Yeah, you used to make fun of me for being in the Guard, and look who was nearer the hard stuff, huh?" He glanced around. "Listen, I gotta go. I'm holding these people up here. You call mama, okay? Bye!" He hung up the phone and turned to face Kerry.
"Feel better?" She took the phone.
"Man that was cool," he said. "That was great. I can't believe you just called up and found him. We have been trying and trying all day long. We were so scared cause he was supposed to be downtown today." He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. "Wow."
Kerry reached over and patted his arm. "I'm really glad we found him," she said. "It was really great timing that you asked right after he called us."
He grinned at her. "Sometimes you gotta have some luck," he said. "After a crappy day like this, man, that was just cool." He looked over at the Senator. "Thanks for letting me on the plane, ma'am."
"Oh! Of course," Senator Stuart said. "I'm so glad, so very glad it was good news, and my daughter could help. It's fabulous. Simply fabulous," she told him. "Worth every moment of the delay, without question."
The soldier stood up and carefully lifted his rifle so it didn't smack Kerry in the head. "I can go out there with a light heart now," he said. "You want everyone to be safe, but when it's family--man, that's just different, you know?"
"I do know." Kerry also stood up. "We had a lot of people in harm's way, and we care about all the people who work for us. It's not exactly like family, but it is close," she said. "I hope you have a quiet night after this."
"Me too," the soldier said. "Thanks again, ma'am. I really, really appreciate what you did," he said. "Let me get out of your way now." He edged into the aisle and headed for the door, ducking past the television camera and the man holding it with a third person ahead of them with a microphone. "Man that was the best."
Kerry tucked her cell phone back on its clip. "That was pretty awesome," she commented. "We have so many people unaccounted for in New York. I'm glad his brother wasn't one of them."
Her mother stood up and twitched her jacked sleeve straight. "Well, I shall go talk to the press," she said. "They might want to speak with you," she warned. "I believe they are looking for any bit of news in our area about this."