Chapter 97

• I had said my goodbyes back at the hacienda, so when I got to the plane there wasn't much to do except greet Al at the door. I didn't have much, just a small bag with a change of clothes and some toiletries, mainly because I didn't HAVE much. When the Pack left my house suddenly, my clothes and possessions were all left behind. I literally could carry all my worldly possessions in a carry-on bag right now.
• There wasn't much to do on the flight except talk to Al, so I did. I found out about his background, and his position in the CIA. It was an interesting job, at least; he got a lot of stuff done with none of the red tape. He reported directly to the CIA director, and his operation was completely off-books. If anyone ever checked, he was a Senior Advisor to the Director, not that he was often in his office. He had been in the CIA since he left the Green Berets at age 28 with a medical retirement. He made his career in the Cold War, running operations behind the Iron Curtain, but most of their work lately had been in the terrorism and drug fields.
• One of the things that I asked him about, I was hesitant of because I didn't know if I could trust him. "Al, how safe is my Pack on the island?"